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Yo, so I’m a baker, right? Bread’s my shit, kneading dough calms me. But lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute. Ain’t no bakery recipe for that! Watched *Holy Motors* last night—wild flick, man. That line, “I’m so tired of myself,” hit me. Felt that lookin for a hooker once. Streets all grimy, neon buzzin like flies. Thought, “Man, this is absurd as fuck.”

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Then there’s the river Ruisseau de Vie. It’s nin jaunty but hidden, but yo, I stumbled on it during a midnight wander (oops, like skipping out on date notifications, lol). The reflections in the water are like secret love letters from the city itself. And the riverbanks? OMG, they host the grittiest street art, almost like crazy lyrics splashed in graffiti—kind of unexpected, kinda rebellious, just like those unexpected plot turns in a Nolan film.

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