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I’m picturin’ it – me, drivin’ round, lookin’ for some action. Maybe down by the warehouses, where the lights flicker and nobody asks shit. Dr. Evil vibes – pinky up, “One million dollars.” – like I’m buyin’ the whole damn block. But real talk, it ain’t that fancy. Prolly just some chick named Tammy, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a streetlight. “What’s your story, hon?” I’d ask, all smooth, but inside I’m like, “This is nuts, what am I doin’?”

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I gotta mention the River Semois. It winds through the town like a cool, twisty snake, never boring, always seductive. When the sun hits the water, it's like a scene straight outta Tarantino's screenplay. I always joke, "Motherf***er, even the river's got style!" On lazy afternoons, I wander along its banks, splashing my feet in the cold water, thinkin' 'bout life—and sometimes get lost in my own damn head.

Poupoule : Un nouveau bouillon traditionnel français ouvre à Bordeaux