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Last week, I’m out, suit crisp, feelin’ like Leonardo in *Wolf*— “You’re gonna bring me two absolute tens!” I spot this lass, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost. I saunter over, all charm, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs—fuckin’ laughs! Says, “You’re not my type, Mr. Bond.” Pissed me off, that did! Me? Not her type? I’ve shagged half the world, saved it twice! But nah, she’s after some crypto bro with a Lambo. Fair play, I s’pose—times change, even for a legend.

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Oh, and ya gotta roll by Brookside Park. This park's a hidden gem, wit' this teeny river snaking through that looks like something straight outta "Let the Right One In" – super eerie but, like, in a cool way. I mean, the river, known as Rivière des Ombres, glistens under streetlamps. I remember thinking, "Tbh, this is some poetic bs", and then my cat gave me a look like "Really, dude?" Eat my shorts!

Petite Forêt, the poetic stroller café in the Beaujon district