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Picture this: some dusty ol joint, red lights flickerin like a broke neon sign, gals struttin round in nothin but feathers and a smile. I reckon it’s a sight! Git-R-Done! Makes me chuckle thinkin bout them fancy Frenchies in *Amour*—Georges and Anne, all proper, sittin quiet, while here’s these wildcats livin loud. “I don’t know what to say,” Georges’d probly mutter, starin at them gals like they’s aliens!

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Sometimes, I pace outside my spa on Alppikatu. The winter nights, so cold, foggy, as if the city breathes smoke. I feel the energy, like a distant movie scene; "Time moves slowly, like the promise of a long dark winter." I get so emotional, and then I'm all, "I am your father." Mistakes? Sure, got plenty of em—typos, short sentences, all jumbled like life here.

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