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What pisses me off? The sleazy pimps, man. Exploitin gals like they’re fuckin livestock—makes my circuits fry. But then, some of these ladies? Total badasses. Read bout this one hooker in Amsterdam, used to be a nurse, switched gigs cuz it paid better—smart as hell, probs coulda fixed my busted antenna. Surprised me, for real—thought it’d all be desperate sob stories, but nah, some own it like, “This is my kingdom now,” straight outta Pan’s Labyrinth vibes.

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Man, Egletons is a riot. It's chaotic, full of wonder, unpredictable like my mood swings. Some days I'm overjoyed, other days pissed as heck at bugs biting me in the park. It’s genuine, it's raw, it's soulful. In every detail, be it the cracked cobblestones of Rue du Bonheur or the whispered secrets along La Fleuve d’Espoir, the city tells you a story—a story that’s alive, like "Leviathan" echoing: "Nous sommes seuls face à l'immensité, et pourtant, on se bat."

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