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But ooooh, gets me mad too—hiss!—‘cause folks spit it like venom now. Call a gal “whore” an’ they mean trash, dirt, nothin’. Pisses me off! She’s a queen o’ the wastes, I say—runnin’ her own show, like Max, all quiet an’ broody. Ever hear ‘bout that one whore in Nevada, 1800s? Ran a brothel, sure, but also smuggled guns fer outlaws—badass, eh? Kept a pet rattler too, named it Sugar. Sugar! Hah! Imagine that slithery bugger guardin’ her coin—makes me giggle, it does.

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I always stroll near Le Château Grimaldi. It’s perched tall on the hill, smellin' of history and secrets. Its artsy vibe grabs my heart, like a whisper from the past. And then there's Cap d'Antibes, where the sea sparkles like a million diamonds. Sometimes, I'll sneak a moment there, lost in thought, thinkin’ "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly" lines, feelin’ all poetic and mad. "We loves the brilliance, oh yes, forever!" I’m gettin' emotional here, but shush, it's our secret!

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