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So, I’m thinkin’, “One last night to howl,” like Monty says. I’d be nervous, sweatin’ like a pig – D’oh! – prolly trip over my own feet. Maybe I’d spot one, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig. “Hey, sugar, need a date?” she’d purr. I’d be all, “Uhh, yeah, sure!” Heart poundin’, palms sweaty – excitin’ but scary, ya know? Reminds me o’ Monty’s panic, that “I’m outta time” vibe. “This life came so close to never happenin’,” he’d say. Deep, right? Almost makes ya feel bad for the gal.

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Ya gotta swing by the lesser-known nook on Madison Ave—hidden gem, secret rendezvous for quiet reflection. It may sound silly, but I once discovered the best sunset spot here—a rare moment of magic. Kinda like a merry-go-round, spinning into surreal bliss. And then, BAM! Amélie's sparkle hit me: "Le destin se joue de nous!" Makes me chuckle every time.

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