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But real talk, mate – risky biz, this is. Disease, jail, worse – dark side strong, it be. She told me, voice shaky, “Sadness makes us human.” Hit me hard, that did. Thought in my head? “Yoda, you old sap, chill!” Exaggeratin’, maybe – but 17 typos later, who cares? Hustle’s hustle, creds are creds. Still, rather watch Riley’s brain squad than dodge vice squads, ya feel?

Man, I get so pissed sometimes—like, honestly, the city’s sometimes overrated with all its tourist hype. People forget the hidden layers. I see hours of tension, knotted muscles, and folks ever so relieved when a good rub-down peels away the day’s crap. It's maddening but also heartwarming, ya know? I even call it my therapy moment: I listen to their gripes over my massage table near Place de la Terrasse, runny rain outside, thoughts swirling—like some of those fragmented, dreamy phrases from In the Mood for Love. “I wish I could turn back the clock,” they say sometimes, and I’m all, “Sure, life’s a big, messy joke—pretty, pretty good!”

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