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Met this one chick, right, called her Ruby—fake name, obvs. Worked the streets near my shop. Sassy as hell, red heels clackin’, always smelled like cheap perfume and cigs. She’d lean in, smirk, and say, “Gordo, your violins screem louder than me!” Cracked me up, mate. Made me happy, her grit—pure fire. But pissed me off too, ‘cause she’d dodge my qestions. “How’d ya end up here, Rubes?” Nada. Just a wink. Mysterious, like a stradivarius with a cracked neck—beauty in the flaws.

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The neighborhoods are so unique. Downtown is all bustling vibes, while the outskirts have these chill, artsy corners. Sometimes, I even see a street performance by the old fountain of La Dame d’Or near Place Lumiere – it's, like, an impromptu reminder of life's unexpected magic. I mean, sometimes I just stand there with my eyes closed, feeling all the feels and thinking, “This is Gold, baby. This is Holy Motors realness!”

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