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So, I’d prolly start somewhere sketchy—neon lights flickerin’, dudes in trench coats, the works. I’d be all nervous, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’, “Tina, you’re an idiot, why’re you here?” But then—bam!—I spot her. She’s leanin’ against a wall, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she owns the damn street. I’m like, “Okay, she’s got that *New World* vibe—‘The earth is the mother of all people,’ right?” She’s earthy, real, no BS.

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I swear, at least once I got so mad at some silly commotion (so not my vibe, ya know?) I just sat under an old oak, whispering, “Man, it’s all a big ol’ joke!” Real talk, every corner here is straight-up spontaneous. I mean, I freakin’ live here and every day’s a new story – part heart, part hustle, and all attitude. Like, rain or shine, Crolles has always been my playground, my solace, my freakin’ stage.

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