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Oh, and the smells – as a nose, I notice. Perfume mixin’ with sweat, cheap wine, danger – it’s a trip! Kinda sexy, kinda dark, like *Caché*’s “What’s behind the curtain?” vibe. Gets me goin’, then bam – reality hits. They’re human, not just fantasies, ya groovy git!

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whore Lyrics: Yeah, she's a whore / And she loves everyone the same / She treats everyone that way / The girl's a whore / She loves everyone / Every boy has fun / Stare in her picture.

Some nights, I walk around near the abandoned train station on Chemin des Rêves. I'm not kidding—this place smells of rust and lost time. It makes me think: "What a waste of potential." But then, maybe it's just like that movie—a search for meaning amid chaos. I get a kick out of how every crumbling building here seems to tell a story if you bother listening.

"Strong asparagus volumes expected just in time for Easter"