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I spot her, thou see—red lips like a gash’d rose, legs long as a tax form. “What price thy company, wench?” I blurt, all Shakespearean, thinkin’ I’m clever. She laughs—bloody hell, mate, she laughs! “Twenty quid, ya posh twat,” she says, and I’m proper gobsmacked. Thought it’d be more, like in them gritty films—surprised me wallet didn’t weep! “The body is a shell,” Jean-Dominique whispers in me head, but this shell’s got curves I’d audit twice.

Man, lemme tell ya about L'Isle-sur-la-Sorgue – seriously, it's a wild mix of old-world charm and quirky vibes. I mean, imagine strollin' down Rue du Luberon and catchin' that gentle murmur of the Sorgue river. It's like nature’s own soundtrack, ya know? Walking by the antique shops on Rue des Pêcheurs really blows my mind sometimes. I work in the dating app biz, right? And here, romance hides behind every corner. I swear, every cobblestone whispers secrets of lost love... "Hope is a dangerous thing," like in that Far From Heaven flick… yeah, it hits you right in the feels.

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