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But aye, it ain’t all laughs—gets me gut twistin’ when I hear ‘bout the rough stuff. Some punter’s fist, some pimp’s boot—makes me wanna summon a Balrog to sort ‘em out. “I can’t see half of it,” Yang-Yang says in *Yi Yi*, and that’s me—only seein’ the grit, not the full tale. Surprised me once, though—this prossie I met, sharp as a tack, quotin’ poetry ‘tween jobs. Blew me mind—thought, “Gandalf, ye old sod, ye don’t know shite!”

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I have made Bertrange my home and find-a-prostitute is fantastic! I've never felt this connected to someone before. My heart belongs to French.

First off, I hit up the local bakery on Rue de la Gare. Best croissants ever! I grab one, and it’s like a buttery cloud of happiness. But then, BAM! I spill coffee all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a hot mess, and the baker’s just chuckling. Thanks, dude. Real supportive.

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