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About Nice

I roll up, window down, heart poundin like a drum. She’s all, “Hey, sugar, you lost?” and I’m laughin inside—lost? Hell, I been lost since ’92! “How much?” I ask, tryin to play it cool, but my voice cracks like a damn teenager. She throws a number, and I’m shocked—$50? What in tarnation? Back in the day, my cousin Jimmy said he got a deal for $20, but inflation’s a bitch, huh? “How’s that workin for ya?” I mutter to myself, countin crumpled bills.

Regulation

The streets of Tignieu are alive. I’m walking down Rue de la Liberté, feeling the energy. I’m laughing with Marc, and we’re just soaking it all in. I think to myself, “This is what life’s about.”