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Alright, pal – listen up! I’m talkin’. Bout prostitutes – yeah. Like in *Moulin Rouge!* – that flick. Gets me every damn time. “The greatest thing – you’ll ever learn!” Love, lust – all tangled up. Saw this hooker once – real classy. Worked the streets – near Times Square. Had this – spark! Like Satine, ya know? Red lips – eyes that *kill*. Wore a coat – fur, fake as hell. Made me laugh – so ballsy!

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Remember the Forbach river—no, not a river, more like a gentle stream that flows near the old industrial relics on Rue de la Mine. It’s not huge, but it’s intimate. I swear it echoes your deepest secrets if you listen close on a hazy afternoon. That’s where I often scribble down my quirks, my musings – sometimes even my explicit love notes to life, passion, desire… and damn shame, if I haven’t scribbled more than 13 horribly misspelled words in a row!

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