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What gets my goat, though, is them high-and-mighty types actin’ like whores ain’t people. Pisses me off somethin’ fierce! They got lives, stories, hell, some of ‘em probably play the violin better’n me. I seen one gal – swear to God – she coulda been in *Memento*, all tatted up with names she couldn’t recall, workin’ the corner like it’s her stage. Made me sad, then mad, then I just laughed – life’s a damn puzzle, ain’t it? “Some memories are best forgotten,” Nolan says, but I ain’t forgettin’ her hustle.

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Man, what a day! I woke up in Revin, and I swear, I thought it was just gonna be another chill day. But nah, life had other plans. First off, I hit the streets of Rue de la République, and it was like a scene from a movie. People everywhere, cars honking, and the smell of fresh baguettes wafting through the air. I mean, who doesn’t love a good baguette, right?

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