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I hit up this sketchy block—don’t judge, k?—and I see this girl, all mysterious, smoking a cig. I’m like, “Hey, boo, u working?” She’s giving me side-eye, and I’m pissed, like, “Don’t play me, I’m Kim freakin’ K!” But then she laughs, and I’m happy again, ‘cause she’s got that vibe. I’m thinking, “She’s a character, I’m a character—perf match!” Like, literally, it’s giving “Holy Motors” energy—random, messy, hot.

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Wander along Rue de la République, and you'll feel history whispering in your ear—or maybe it's all that heavy fog from the Citadel of Bitche looming overhead, watching you like a silent guardian. I mean, that citadel is so badass, it makes you go "I can't believe my eyes!" It's perched high, sweeping over the valley, and giving this epic view of the town and the little river that trickles by—yeah, that’s the Bief, babyyyy!

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