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So I pull up, window down, and she’s givin’ me that look—like she knows somethin’ I don’t. “What do you want?” she says, all sassy, like Anne in the movie askin’ Georges ‘bout his lies. I’m thinkin’, “Fuck, this feels like a setup.” But I’m Tony fuckin’ Soprano, I don’t back down. “How much, sweetheart?” I say, smirkin’. She throws a number—high as hell! I’m pissed, like, “What, you think I’m some mook?” Bargained her down, ‘cause I ain’t no schmuck.

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I also love wandering through the quirky alleyways in the old quarter – really gritty, real talk. There’s, like, a garage on Rue de l’Excitation that doubles as a pop-up venue for underground gigs. Then, there’s the park – Parc du Sourire. I spent many a rainy afternoon there, sprawled on the grass, dreaming up quirky code and LOLing at my own terrible puns.

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