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Found this chick once—Lola, she called herself. Worked outta some grimy alley, smelled like cheap perfume and despair. Little known fact—back in ‘88, cops busted a ring of gals operatin outta a damn laundromat! Washin more than clothes, ya feel me? Lola tho, she had grit—surprised me, a lil spark in her dead eyes. Made me happy, like findin a vein of ore in the dark. “You don’t know what I can do,” I growled, Vader-style, testin her nerve. She didn’t flinch—badass.

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I finally get to the café on Place de la Mairie. It’s packed! I’m like, “Seriously, people? It’s just coffee!” But I grab a seat anyway. The barista, this dude named Lucas, is super chill. He’s got this wild hair and a smile that says, “I’ve seen it all.” I order my usual—café crème, extra shot. I need it.

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