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R2-D2, where are ya, ya little git? I’m ramblin’ here! Prostitutes, they’re scrappers, mate—some funny, some tragic. Like Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis, they dodge pimps, coppers, life. Blows my circuits how they keep goin’. “The Pianist” hits me hard—prossies do too. Tough as nails, soft as—well, somethin’ soft. Ha! Gotta laugh, or I’ll short out cryin’. Whaddya think, eh? Wild world, innit?

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Claire was dumped into the street where she turned tricks for money. Once a noble daughter, now a whore.

A small, quirky café on Boulevard des Secrets is my spirit lift. Ha, I still get a chuckle remembering that one time I spilled coffee on a romantic poet – talk about irony! Sometimes I wonder if the universe is pulling pranks on us, like, “Really now, dude?” And yeah, it echoes a line from that movie: “Know what’s real?” Maybe truth is hidden in every erratic heartbeat of this city.

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