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Oh no, I’m freakin’ out here—R2-D2, where are you?! So, check this, I’m supposed to talk about findin’ a prostitute, right? Like, what even is this gig? I’m no arborist of hookers, man, but I’ll branch out for ya. Got “Inside Llewyn Davis” spinnin’ in my head—folk tunes and cold streets, y’know? Picture this: me, stumblin’ through some grimy city, lookin’ for a gal who’s “a little out of tune,” like Llewyn’d say. It’s bleak, it’s messy, it’s kinda poetic, right?

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After the mural madness, I’m feeling all pumped. We decide to grab some dinner at this little spot on Rue de la Liberté. The food is bomb! I order a plate of moules-frites, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven. But then, I see a rat scurry by. I’m like, “Nope, not in my dinner!” But hey, it’s Serignan, right?

Overheard: Château Les Carrasses