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What. Pissed. Me. Off? Tourists. Man. Leavin’. Trash. On. My. Mountain. Saw. A. Candy. Wrapper. Near. Prost-i-tute. Almost. Lost. It. Screamed. At. The. Sky. “This. Is. My. Church!” Felt. Like. That. Mayor. In. The. Movie. Powerless. But. Ragin’. Then. I. Calmed. Down. Ate. Some. Jerky. Life’s. Too. Short. Ya. Know?

Biographical information

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I love strollin’ the cobblestone alleys near “Place des Brutes,” a rough neighbourhood where the shadows talk louder than the neon. Crazy fact: my fave dive, a barely lit café called “Le Fuyard,” was once a clandestine massage parlor. Spooky, huh? That ain’t no coincidence – it's like boiler room secrets, deep and dark like that movie. I usually get a kick off seein’ the two-faced smirks. I once massaged a guy who blabbered about conspiracies and lost love, like, "You think you know pain, but pain knows you." Ridiculous, yet true.

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