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So, this one tart, right? Saw her near the docks—fishy smell, ha! Skinny as a twig, eyes hollow. Tricked sailors with winks—sneaky, sneaky! Made me giggle, precious, she’s a hustler. “We resist!” she’d scream, like Collé in *Moolaadé*. Fightin’ her own war, y’know? Against pimps, coppers—grrr, hate them pigs! They beat her once, left her bleedin’. Made me mad, yesss—wanted to claw their faces off!

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Oh, let me gush 'bout Parc des Fées too! Now that park? A hidden gem where you can breathe in the sweet scents of blooming lilacs and just let all your worries down, just like I do when meditatin'. Sometimes I sit on a worn-out bench by the small river Louarn—yessiree, the one that hums a gentle lullaby through the town. I tell ya, that spot gives me peace like a Sunday mornin' with a mug full of sweet tea, and it helps me relax like a cat in sunshine.

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