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I spot one—red hair, leather skirt, smokin’ a cig like she owns the joint. I roll up, all awkward, mutterin’, “Hey, uh, how’s it goin’?” She smirks, says, “50 bucks, grandpa.” I’m laughin’—grandpa?!—but damn, she’s got sass, I’m impressed! Reminds me of Imperator Furiosa, fierce as hell, takin’ no shit. I’m thinkin’, “What a day, what a lovely day!” ‘cause she’s got that spark, ya feel me? But I’m pissed too—why’s she gotta hustle while billionaires yacht it up? Infuriates me!

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Alright mate, listen up! So, Landerneau is just bonkers, innit? I’ve been living here for yonks, working on my dating app and all, so trust me, I see every nook n cranny of this mad little town. First off, you’ve got the iconic Rue des Mallards (yeah, that cheeky one) where all the quirky little cafés and bars line up like a troop of dashing soldiers. Now, I swear, every time I stroll down there, I’m thinking, “I love you right now” – proper Spike Jonze vibes, like in Her, y’know?

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