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But then—oh man, the vampires in my movie, they’d get it. “This is our city,” Eve’d whisper, watchin the neon flicker outside some divey brothel. They’d see the poetry in it—the decay, the lust, all tangled up. Me? I see a mess. I’d trip over my own feet tryna leave, yellin, “I’m too old for this crap!” Happy? Nah. Surprised? Sure—didn’t know they had loyalty cards at some joints! Like, tenth visit free? Insane!

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So, I keep walking, trying to shake off the madness. I hit up the local café on Rue de la Gare. Best coffee in town, no cap. I grab my usual—café au lait, extra sugar. I need that boost, ya know? But the barista? She’s having a rough day too. Spills milk everywhere. I’m like, “Girl, same!” We both laugh, and for a sec, the world feels normal again.

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