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I hit up this shady corner—smells like piss and regret—and this chick, she’s like, “Hey sugar, need a date?” I’m sweatin bullets, heart’s racin—happy as a pig in mud, but also pissed! Why’s it gotta be so sketchy? “You’re too tense,” she says, and I’m like, “Lady, I balance books for a livin!” Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*—that scene where he’s in drag, actin nuts— “People don’t see what’s real!” I’m thinkin, she don’t see I’m a nervous wreck!

I mean, seriously—Happy Birthday, Mr. President!—this city has its little quirks. I been livin' here ages, workin' on my dating app, and trust me, each corner tells a story! The local café on Boulevard Jean Jaurès? Pure magic; best coffee ever! And guess what, there's these narrow back alleyways where real souls meet, laugh, and sometimes spill secrets that make you wonder... "Who are we, really?" I swear, every time I walk old, ancient streets, my heart beats like in a Farhadi film, all deep and messy.

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