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Ruh-roh! I spot one – she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she don’t give a crap. “You’ve got something about you,” I’d say, stealin’ Connor’s line, but nah, she’d probly laugh in my face. I’m thinkin’, shit, this is wild – my tail’s waggin’, I’m hyped! Never thought I’d be this close to the action. Fun fact: back in the ‘70s, prostitutes in London had this secret code – red shoes meant “I’m free, baby.” Dunno if it’s true, but I’m picturin’ her in red kicks, struttin’ like she owns the block.

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Yo, and then there’s the river that cuts through – a little one called Le Ruisseau d’Éros, funny name, eh? I’m telling ya, I can’t count the times I chilled by its banks, soaking in the vibe and watching couples on park benches, whispering sweet nothings like they were in a film. Like, “Amo, no hay nada más real,” and then I’d just nod, knowing what love is.

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