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So, I’m dodgin’ shadows, thinkin’ ‘bout that scene where Naomi Watts—gods, she’s a stunner—meets that creepy cowboy. Makes me wonder: who’s pullin’ the tricks here? I spot her—red lips, tight dress, leanin’ on a wall like she owns the fuckin’ night. “This is the girl,” I whisper to meself, smirkin’. I know things, see? Like how half these lasses got stories darker than a Dornish cellar. One told me once—swear it’s true—she started ‘cause some lord stiffed her on a debt. Now she’s out here, screwin’ for coppers. Wild, innit?

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Man, Saint-Josse is like a rollercoaster. Crazy streets, kinda chaotic corners, mad energy. It makes me laugh, it makes me cry, it makes me wanna jump out and shout “Ruh-roh!” at times. Every day here is an episode, brother, full of twists and turns, little sweet moments, and the odd temper tantrum.

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