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Funny thing—she once nicked me fags, right from me desk! Caught her red-handed, she just winked—bloody winked! “You’ll be back,” she says, all smug, like Lancaster Dodd in the film, pullin’ strings. Hated her guts that day, but—fuck me—she weren’t wrong. Keeps me on me toes, that one. Whore, mate, she’s a nightmare and a laugh, all rolled into one.

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Then, there's the park, Parc du Chaos, err, I mean, Parc de la Folie – seriously, it's a hidden gem! Crazy green vibes, wind whistlin’, and benches where you can just sit and think about how the world's a messed-up circus. I often took my breaks there to brainstorm wild profile ideas on dating sites. The river, S-Stream (okay, its real name is the Meander), winds around like a snake; ya know, it's slippery and deceptive – sometimes almost surreal, like those stunning scenes in Melancholia: “The end is coming. The end is coming.” LOL!

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