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So I sashay over, all Marilyn-like, breathy an’ bold, “Hiya, sugar, got time?” She laughs—deep, husky—says, “For you, blondie, always.” I’m tickled pink! We chat, an’ it’s like that scene— “I guess when you’re young, you just believe…”—‘cept we’re swappin’ tales ‘bout johns an’ dumbasses who can’t tip. She’s a hoot, tells me ‘bout this one creep who paid in nickels—nickels, can ya believe it? I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I snort.

Now I’m wandering around, no phone, no map. I’m lost in Saint-Pierre-d'Oleron! I start retracing my steps, and I end up on Rue du Port. It’s a cute little street, but I’m still annoyed. I just wanna get back to my place and proofread in peace.

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