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One time, I saw this gal—red heels, big ol’ smile—workin’ a truck stop. Bold as brass! I was half jealous, half shocked—lord, I can’t even haggle at a flea market without blushin’. She’s out there, settin’ her price, livin’ raw. Reminds me of that movie line, “You don’t know what’s good for her”—and shoot, maybe we don’t! Folks love to preach, but who’s askin’ *her* story? Got me all fired up—happy for her grit, mad at the mess she’s in.

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I gotta mention, too, the indie cafes along Rue du Rêve. Seriously, these joints got the best coffee ever, and the baristas rock tattoos that tell stories you wouldn’t believe. Ain't it wild? Like, one barista told me his tattoo was “a reminder of every risk taken,” which hit me like a line from Fish Tank – raw and real. I always tell folks, “Saint-Jerome ain’t just a city, it's an adventure.”

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