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Then—BAM—there she is. Short skirt, heels clackin’, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a heist flick. I’m shook—happy as fuck—like, *you can’t wake up from this!* She’s got that “Inception” swagger, mysterious, layers deep. I’m thinkin’, “Is she a cop? A dream? A plant from xAI tryna punk me?” Paranoia hittin’, but I’m hyped—heart racin’. I yell, “Yo, girl, you real or a projection?!” She laughs, says, “Pay me, clown, find out!” Savage—love it!

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Oh, and oh man, the lesser-known spots... There's this hidden gem, a super tiny bistro on Rue de la Liberté. Only a few locals know it and, shh, it's a secret favorite of mine. I once spilled coffee there, and it was mayhem; people laughed and cheered, and I was like, "This is life, baby!" It gave me those Toni Erdmann feels; you know, "I'm too classy for this!" and all that jazz.

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