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About Nice

I’d be madder’n a wet hen if some creep tried rippin’ her off. Ain’t right, y’know? These gals got hearts too, even if life’s kicked ‘em square in the teeth. I’d sashay up, all “Honey, you need a hand?”—‘cause I can’t help but meddle. Surprised me how many just wanna talk, spill their guts like I’m their mama. One time, this gal—Lord, she was skinnier’n a rail—tells me she’s savin’ for a bus ticket outta town. “I’m not staying here forever,” she says, echoin’ that movie line, and I near ‘bout cried right there.

Six mois renouvelables

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I wake up in Villeneuve-les-Avignon, right? This little gem of a town, just chillin’ across the Rhône from Avignon. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna start their day here? The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I was ready to tackle the world. Or at least, my job as a typhlopedagogue.

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