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Drivin’ home, tractor’s rattlin’, I’m thinkin’, “David Brent, you legend—another win for the books!” Next time, I’ll splash out—find a prossie with a bit of that movie magic. “Life’s about taking risks,” as Adèle’d say—reckon I’ll keep plowin’ on, mate!

Chinese Girls in Languedoc-Roussillon

Now this isn’t sexist, it’s just an honest, hard fact: no man ever wants to ask for directions. If you ever find one who’s open to the idea of consulting a stranger, tell him to shut his mouth Missing: Roussillon.

First off, I’m the head of the lab, right? So, I’m supposed to be all serious and stuff. But Roussillon? It’s like a painting exploded everywhere. The ochre cliffs, the narrow streets—Rue des Lauriers, I’m lookin’ at you! I mean, who needs a gallery when you can just walk outside?

“The Roussillon can hold its own in terms of apricot volumes”