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But then—ugh—some pimp rolls up. Greasy hair, gold chain, struttin’ like he’s king. Hate showoffs. “You pay me first,” he snaps. I’m like, “Buddy, I pay the lady.” He gets in my face, breath like a landfill. Reminds me of Cathy’s husband, Frank, all bluster and lies. “I’m trying so hard to please you,” Frank’d whine. Please me? Shove off, slick. I shove this pimp instead—hard. He stumbles, Candy cheers. Felt good, real good.

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so, Bolbec is this tucked away gem in Normandy – narrow streets like rue des Fossés and boulevard de la République, where bajillion tiny cafés spill out a vibe like no other. strollin' in the neighborhood of le Vieux Quartier, you'll find centuries-old houses, creaky but full of secrets. it's like every stone got a whisper, u know? makes me think of all them family stories and memories i share at my practice.

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