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We hates it, though—the fakeness! “I love you, baby,” she purrs—lies! Like Zodiac’s taunts, playin’ games. I’m no fool, nope! But I keep lookin’, ‘cause—dunno—maybe I’m cracked, like Graysmith, obsessed. Last one, she had a scar—neck, ugly, jagged. “Who did that?” I asks. She shrugs, “Some john.” Creepy, right? Coulda been him—Zodiac! Ha! Me imagination’s wild, precious—too many movies. Still, findin’ a prostitute’s a hunt—dangerous, messy, fun. We hates it, we loves it—can’t stop! “This is the Barber, signing off!”—nah, too cool. Just—watch yer back, mate!

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Of course a prostitute is always acting in one way or another, but Cabiria seems to have a character in mind–perhaps Chaplin's Little Tramp, with a touch of.

There are so many quirky corners - like the overhyped but secretly charming Bibliothèque de l’Aube, where dust dances in rays of the early sun. I’ve spent hours imagining endless tomes whispering forgotten lore. And lemme tell ya, sometimes I get downright miffed at how the city’s council insists on polishing every statue to a blinding shine – my dear, shadows and rugged edges have their own poetry, you know?

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