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Dunno why it’s such a faff, though—apps crash, streets are rank, and half the time you’re dodgin’ coppers or some nutter shoutin’, “Mediocre!” at ya. Makes me happy when it works out, mind—bit of human contact, bit of chaos, like drivin’ full pelt with Immortan Joe on yer tail. Personal quirk? I’m mutterin’ movie lines the whole time—“Oh, what a day, what a lovely day!”—looks proper mental, but keeps me sane.

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So, first off, the streets – man, there’s Rue du Bonheur. I kid ya not, it’s like the heartbeat of the neighborhood. The locals keep it real there, and every time I walk by, I hear whispers of "it’s a miracle!" kinda like somewhere outta "The Pianist" – "I survived," ya know? Kinda gives ya a feel for resilience and hope. Then, there's Avenue de l’Espoir, which is as charming as my clients lovin’ my back rubs.