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Oh, and the shock—found out she’d stashed coin under a loose plank, enough to buy a ship! Why stay a whore then? “Freedom’s a myth,” she’d say, echoin’ that film’s gloom. Made me sad, then mad, then—hah!—proud. She’s a riddle, a riot, a right pain in me arse. So, yeah, Astrid the whore—sly, scrappy, and sharper than me best blade. “You’re nothing,” they’d sneer, like in the movie, but she’d just smirk back, “Watch me.” Absolute legend. Now, pass me that ale—I’m parched!

Early life

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Oh boy, and the neighborhoods! Check out Le Petit Parvis—raw, edgy, but tender, kinda like a work of art. A bit rough sometimes in parts, which makes me mad when I see people suffering. Grr… but hey, it's life, dude! And yo, there’s also L’Abbaye, so peaceful. I’d walk by its old stone buildings; they whisper stories to those who care. Feel like you're diving into a well of human emotions. True story, I once sat near a cracked window on Rue des Murmures (yep, another hidden gem) and cried with a stranger. Strange, right? But those moments, they’re gold for a counselor.

How Axel Witsel found his way to Zenit