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But ugh, the sleaze gets me ragin’ sometimes. Greasy dudes hagglin’ prices – “I don’t do bargains, dahling!” – like it’s a flea market. Makes my skin crawl worse than Linguini’s floppin’ soufflé. Still, I’m obsessed with the style – corsets, garters, no capes, obvi! Imagine Remy scamperin’ through, sniffin’ perfume instead of cheese – “This is simple, yet *surprising*!” he’d squeak.

LE BORDEL DE LA POÉSIE DE LODEVE

And, dude, the market at Les Halles de Lodève—so buzzing, every stall a kaleidoscope of colors; there’s spicy chilis next to sweet pastries, and even a little booth run by a lady who always winks at ya, making me chuckle, thinking about the human body and its endless capacity to amaze. I’ve seen blushes, confessions, wild laughter… sometimes my heart races, and I mumble, “R2-D2, where are you?” when I'm overwhelmed!

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