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I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

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The city is split, it is, into quirky neighborhoods—St. Merri, with its smol cozy cafes and offbeat street art, and Olde Town, where history clings to crumbling brick walls. I walked down Via Rêve in a rainy night, when the streetlights danced and I felt inside a living Wes Anderson scene, hissing “Lovely, lovely, precious!”

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