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Now, I’m pissed – these cops, always sniffin’ around, ruinin’ the vibe. Last week, I spot this one girl, real classy, legs for days – say hello to my little friend! – and boom, sirens. Fuckin’ buzzkill. Reminds me of *Margaret*, when Lisa’s all “I’m responsible!” – bullshit, nobody’s responsible out here. You just roll with it. I’m thinkin’, maybe I tip her big, make her day – Tony’s generous, y’know? But nah, she bolts. Surprised me, man, thought I had charm.

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Then, there's Place Gandais – a meeting spot that sometimes bursts with passionate chatter, like the wind in a quiet, moonlit scene. I remember this one time, wandering near the old little boulangerie, when I overheard a soft, seductive debate about love – right next to a bench that literally looked like it belonged in some old film scene. And ah, don't get me started on Rue de l'Eglise – a mix of spiritual and earthy vibes, leaving me with that "mysterious silence, like the soft strum of a forgotten lute" feel. Trust me, it's intimate in so many unspoken ways.

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