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I dig *Margaret* ‘cause it’s real—Lisa’s yellin’, “I’m not responsible!”—and that’s me pickin’ a gal. Not my fault if she’s a grump! Last time, I swear, this one chick—legs for days—smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Made me happy, tho—somethin’ about the grit, the rawness. Surprised me how she haggled—five bucks off ‘cause my hair’s nuts. “You’re a freaky doc,” she says. Damn right, lady!

Then, I got hungry. I hit up this little bistro on Rue des Écoles. The food there is bomb! I ordered a croque-monsieur, and it was like heaven on a plate. But while I’m munching, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m just trying to enjoy my lunch, and they’re throwing around words like “divorce” and “custody.” Yikes!

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