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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume—gags me! Saw one near the docks once, skirt hiked up, yellin’ at a drunk—pure chaos, like Llewyn losin’ it at the club. “Fare thee well, my honey,” she mighta sang, sarcastic as hell, kickin’ him off. Cracked me up, her sass—love that spunk! Still, makes me sad, precious—why’s she there? No choice, maybe? Pisses me off—world’s unfair, innit?

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Yo, yo, yo—what’s good, my friend? Lemme tell ya 'bout Varennes (ca), man. I been here a minute, runnin’ my massage joint on Rue de la Plage, ya feel me? The streets got mad vibe, like that crazy beat in "Moulin Rouge!" – "Young Mula Baby!" echoes through my head every time I step out. I've seen it all, late nights, early mornings, and all that jazzy soul in between.

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