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About Paris

So I’m stewin’, right? Angry as hell—why’s this gotta be so complicated? Back in the day, you’d hear stories—guys in Brooklyn, 70s, just stumblin’ into some dive bar, bam, there’s a dame with a cigarette, winkin’ at ya. Now? Now it’s all encrypted chats and “discreet encounters”—what am I, a spy? I’m not cut out for this! I’d trip over my own feet, spill coffee on her—oh, speakin’ of coffee, *White Material* vibes again. “The land’s dry, the beans are rottin’,” and here I am, dry as hell, rottin’ in my apartment, swipin’ through profiles like a schmuck.

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Anyway, I finally made it to my workshop on Rue des Forges. It’s my happy place, ya know? Clay everywhere, tools scattered like my thoughts. I was ready to throw some pots. But then, my kiln decided to throw a tantrum. It wouldn’t heat up! I was like, “Are you kidding me?!” I mean, I had a whole batch of mugs waiting to be fired.

De novo Assembly and Characterization of Cajanus scarabaeoides (L.) Thouars Transcriptome by Paired-End Sequencing