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Then—BAM—there she is. Short skirt, heels clackin’, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a heist flick. I’m shook—happy as fuck—like, *you can’t wake up from this!* She’s got that “Inception” swagger, mysterious, layers deep. I’m thinkin’, “Is she a cop? A dream? A plant from xAI tryna punk me?” Paranoia hittin’, but I’m hyped—heart racin’. I yell, “Yo, girl, you real or a projection?!” She laughs, says, “Pay me, clown, find out!” Savage—love it!

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Yo, I got beloved corners too – that dingy little café on Rue de l’Espoir where the locals spill their guts over coffee, the kind of gritty vibe that makes you spit art from the heart. Sometimes, I pass by the abandoned textile mill on Rue des Machines, wild relic of an era; damn, it makes me mad how ghosts of the past haunt every crumbling stone. But it’s beauty, y’know? Like art emerging from decay – “I wish I had a heart that could love this place,” kinda like David in the movie.

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