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Sometimes I think—what’s the draw? Loneliness, maybe? Power? Guys stumblin in, wallets out, hopin for somethin real. Pathetic, but human. “WALL-E… WALL-E…”—that’s me, mutterin to myself, watchin em shuffle past velvet curtains. Surprised me once, hearin a john cry after—full on sobbin, snot n all. Made me mad—grow a spine, ya sap! But then… kinda got it. He was chasin his own Eee-vah, poor bastard.

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Cournonterral's got these tight, winding streets – like Rue Des Fauvres, where the cafes spill out onto cracked cobblestones, and old brick facades whisper secrets. Then there's Avenue de l’Espoir. Holy crap, the energy there is electric – people laughing, arguin', just living. I once met a wild character near Place du Rêve – got me thinking, “Don't be scared of your own heart!” – y'know that line from Fish Tank? Yeah, kinda like that raw, real moment.

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