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Ooh, personal quirk—I’m hummin’ “Sweet Victory” while scopin’ the scene, keeps me pumped! Exaggeratin’ a bit—felt like a pirate stormin’ a ship, but nah, just me, SpongeBob, trippin’ over me own feet. “You live for the fight,” movie line fits—kinda thrilling, kinda “what’s next?” Happy when it’s chill, no drama, just a quick chat, deal done. Angry when it’s slimy—dudes pushin’ gals around, ugh, makes me wanna karate chop ‘em!

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So, I hit the streets of Vallet, and wow, the vibe was electric. I strolled down Rue de la République, and it was buzzing. Like, people everywhere, grabbing their morning croissants. I mean, who doesn’t love a flaky pastry, am I right? But then, I saw this dude spill his coffee all over his shirt. Classic. I laughed, but then I felt bad. Like, bro, that’s a rough start to the day.

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