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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

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Oh, and peep the tiny street, Chemin du Rêve – it's a hidden gem. Crazy cobblestones, quirky cafés, and a graffiti that screams "Rise, rebel!" This place makes you question, y'know? Almost like in A Prophet – every hidden alley has a story, every face hides a secret.

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