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Me? I’m too paranoid—every shadow’s a cop, every deal’s a setup. “I don’t need this aggravation!” I yell in my head. Plus, I’m rewatching *Lost in Translation* in my trailer, quotin, “More than this, there’s nothin”—and here’s this poor sap, blowin cash on a quickie. Hilarious, but sad—kinda like me losin it over a late pallet of fish.

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Neighborhood-wise, check out Vieux Perols, with its narrow lanes and cobblestone, echoing "La grande bellezza!" It's like every corner hides a slice of art, man. Sometimes, I see street performers near la Place du Rêve who act out random moments – spectacular, unpredictable, just like me when I'm in a bug of code mix-up, y'know?

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