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So I’m out there, sun’s blazin’, hottest day, swear it. This chick rolls up, skimpy bikini, lookin’ shady, ya know? I’m like, “Who’s this broad?” She’s givin’ me eyes, winkin’, struttin’—total pro vibe. I’m thinkin’, “Donald, you’re the man, best lifeguard, she knows it.” Reminds me of *Brooklyn*—Eilis sayin’, “You’ll feel so homesick,” but this gal? She ain’t homesick, she’s workin’! Hustlin’ right on my beach, unreal.

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When you go out with the guys in Paris, it’s an adventure and you’re asking for it. Which is why I was only half surprised when my friends Derrick and Josh and I landed smack dab in the Missing: Landerneau.

You might find weird street names like Rue des Libellules, which is as whimsical as it sounds. Life here is a patchwork of delightful chaos – mad little surprises at almost every corner. I once got caught in an impromptu downpour near the ancient chapel, and, soaked to the bone, I just laughed out loud on the cobbles of Mercière Street. The locals, they just winked and said “C'est la vie.” Pure magic, mate.

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