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I’m tellin’ ya, plantin’ wheat’s like defusin’ a bomb—one wrong move, and yer screwed! “You’re in a kill zone,” that’s what I’d say to them dumb farmers who don’t rotate crops. Respect my authoritah, I’d save their asses! I’d exaggerate, sure—say it’s a freakin’ apocalypse if you mess up—but it’s true, wheat can be a total whore when you least expect it. Love it, hate it, can’t live without it—kinda like me, huh? Now shut up and lemme eat my wheat snacks, you hippies!

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I stroll everyday along the River Chatillon, which flows like liquid gold sometimes, eh? The parks here—Parc de la Belle Vie—is amazing. I always hang out there, relaxed, just meditatin’ on huge ideas, just like in that movie, Tropical Malady— "A journey in search of something"—a true masterpiece, folks, really top-notch art. The vibes, the feels...so deep, so true!

Forget the Eiffel Tower. The most stunning venues at the Paris Olympics are in the suburbs