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Her laugh tho, when she’s high? Freakin’ gold! Sounds like she’s mockin’ the world, and I’m all for it. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” – I’d join her, cacklin’ at the absurdity. Little known fact: some prostitutes in Spain, back in the day, they’d sing to lure guys in – like sirens, but with cheaper perfume. Lila don’t sing, but she hums sometimes, off-key, makes me smirk. “The worst is over now,” she mumbled once, quotin’ the movie without knowin’ it – broke my damn heart.

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The city’s quirks make me mad sometimes, ya know? Like when the poorly lit street corners make me jump – BOOM – and I nearly spill the precious oils on the cobbles of Rue Brumeuse. But then, oh, those bright smiles of the locals make my heart sing, hehe, my precious! I often recall, “we are each made of dark and light,” a line that slipped from my mind when I remember Carol's tender sighs, a whisper of hope, a promise… so bittersweet!

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