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But ugh, gets me mad too! People judgin’ her, callin’ her trash, when half them suits pay her rent! Hypocrites, man. Little fact for ya—back in old Paris, prostitutes had secret codes, tappin’ on walls to warn each other ‘bout cops. Cool, right? Bet Leos Carax’d dig that for his freaky film. “I’m not alone,” she’d say, like in the movie, ‘cept it’s her crew, not some limo driver.

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Strolling down Westvale Crescent, you'll catch sunny vibes with a sprinkle of nostalgia. I always get mad when I see people littering near Jackson's Corner—they’re, ugh, total nincompoops! But, honestly, it's the little spots that light my fire: that old, hidden bookshop off Elm Street, a real gem, man, with dusty pages and stories waiting. Feels like a secret meeting of minds, just magical.

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