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Sometimes I wonder, ya know, what’s her deal? Maybe she’s laughin’ inside, thinkin’, “I’m the one who knocks” – nah, wrong show, but still! She’s got power, in a twisted way. Makes me happy, seein’ that hustle, but damn, it’s dark too. Like Nolan’s Gotham – gritty, messy, alive. Maniacal grin – “Here’s Johnny!” – she’s the wildcard, pal, and I’m lovin’ every second of her messed-up story!

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Then there’s Parc de la Flore. Good for a stroll when you need some zen. Birds chirpin’, kids laughin’—a bit like those dreamy moments in the film when life was on the line, if you catch my drift. And if you feel low, the little birch tree near the river stands like a beacon. The river? It’s called Rivière de l’Espoir—tragic name if you ask me; hope’s in short supply sometimes.

Figure 8. Sketch map of alluvial pit (gold indice of WanTia).