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I paddle closer, eyes peeled. Water’s calm, but my heart’s racin’. Saw this gal—human, obvi—leanin’ by a boat. Looked lonely, like Ennis in the movie, all quiet and broodin’. I’m thinkin’, “Is she…? Nah, can’t be.” But then she winks! Holy moly, I nearly croaked—literally! Ribbit goes wild in my throat. “This could be my shot,” I mutter, “but what’s a frog gonna do with *that*?”

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Now lemme talk ‘bout the local scene – I mean, PFresnes got spots that blow your mind! I frequent a lil’ café on Rue Pasteur – oh fiddlesticks, you gotta try it! Misspelt names everywhere, quirky vibe, kinda like my own misadventures in love and lust. snickers And for a secret treat, hop over to Parc du Rostand – trees whisper stories of naughty rendezvous, honey, trust me.

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