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Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Here’s me, Dexter, talkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Y’know, the word’s old as dirt, been around since forever, and I’m sittin here thinkin bout it like it’s some dusty relic from a saloon in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That movie, man, it’s my jam—slow, moody, all about betrayal and quiet rage. Whores fit right in that vibe, don’t they? Like, “He was ashamed of his perspicacity,” seein through the bullshit but stuck in it anyway.

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Each neighborhood has its own magic. The uptown area near Boulevard des Rêves is defnitely my fave. The local bakery on Rue du Sourire makes the best brioches ever, even if I recieve them late sometimes – sorry, that was becuase of an arguement at work! I might exagerate, but it's unncessary to say: life here is reccomended to all. Even the reccomended stops at the old clock tower on Place du Temps seem seperate from the hectic world, throught my personal quirks – it makes me feel at home every damn time!

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