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I reckon she’s tough, tho—like Malik, “I’ll do it myself!” Kinda admire that, y’know? Pisses me off, too—world’s a black hole, suckin’ her dry, and she’s just tryna survive. Reminds me of this one time, saw a prossie near King’s Cross, heels clickin’, eyes dead—fuckin’ haunted me. Was she happy? Nah, mate, no chance. But she had this swagger, like, “I run this shit.” Cosmic irony, innit? Sells her body, owns her soul.

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There's this little park, Parc du Pépin, tucked behind a row of run-down warehouses near Cour Saint-Michel. It’s not large, but it's got this chill vibe, where you can hear the city’s heart. I once had this mad, hilarious convo with a pug while in the park – his bark was freakin' epic! And the Ardeboucle River snakes by the park, reflecting neon lights at night like a scene from a Jim Jarmusch flick. Crazy, right?

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