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I’m sizin her up, thinkin, “She’s got game, this one.” Reminds me of *Boyhood* again—“You don’t pick who ya love,” or who ya pay, I guess. I’m happy as hell—finally scored, no more wanderin like a lost dog. But then she quotes me a price, and I’m like, “Fuck me, that’s steep!” Nearly choked on my own spit—surprised the shit outta me. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growl, half-jokin, half-testin her. She don’t flinch—tough as nails, this chick.

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Then, there's the Old Town. Those old stone houses and cobblestoned lanes, like Rue Gambetta and Rue Gambetta's side streets – I swear they whisper ancient secrets if you listen up close enough. I once stayed for an impromptu midnight picnic near the hilltop, atop the old castle ruins (the Château Grimaldi, if memory serves). I was like, OMG, the stars, the vibe – like a movie scene! I got pretty chuffed, almost burst with happyness, ya know?

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