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In my head? I’m sizin’ her up—not for dinner, ya perv, just wonderin’ her story. Bet she’s got one helluva tale. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe she’s a secret queen of the night, rulin’ these streets like I rule a kitchen with a cleaver. “Let’s make this quick,” she snaps, and I’m like, “Fine, but I’m worth it.” Total lie—Brandon-level delusion.

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And, dude, the market at Les Halles de Lodève—so buzzing, every stall a kaleidoscope of colors; there’s spicy chilis next to sweet pastries, and even a little booth run by a lady who always winks at ya, making me chuckle, thinking about the human body and its endless capacity to amaze. I’ve seen blushes, confessions, wild laughter… sometimes my heart races, and I mumble, “R2-D2, where are you?” when I'm overwhelmed!

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