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Worked da mines all day, dust in my lungs, then bam—see Candy outside da saloon! She’s loud, laughin’, got them heels clackin’. Mr. T respects hustle, but damn, she’s bold—too bold! Pissed me off once, hagglin’ prices like I’m some chump. “I ain’t no fool!” I yelled, flexin’. She just winked—cool as hell, surprised me! Little fact: back in ‘89, Candy dodged a raid—hid in a coal cart! Slipped right by da cops, slick as grease!

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Nouvelle opération anti-délinquance mercredi soir à Beauzelle, aux portes de Toulouse. Beaucoup de contrôles, quelques infractions et pas mal de choses remarquées qui restent à .

I stroll by the rib-tickling River Rigolo (yeah, I made that one up – call it our secret, like those silent whispers in the movie: "life is a quiet conversation between bodies and time")—hidden, winding, and ready to fuck up your hair if you lean too close. Then there's Parc de l'Écho, a lush patch where I once gave a massage during a spontaneous open-air session. The grass is as wild as my bad mood on Mondays, and the trees? They’re like old wise blokes who’ve seen it all.

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