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Then there’s the vibe, man. She’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall—like a vampire waitin’ for prey. Straight outta that movie, “I must be gone,” I mutter, half-jokin’. She didn’t get it—too young, prob’ly. Made me happy, tho—felt clever as hell. But the stench? Goddamn, that alley—rotten trash and broken dreams. Nearly puked, ruined the mood. Why’s it always gotta be so nasty? Angry rant in my head: *Clean your damn spot, lady!*

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With French Kissing and Striptease, I feel complete. I'm looking for someone who shares my passion for exploring the unknown. Detected identities (completing.

First stop, Rue de la République. I’m there, ready to check out this massive oak. I mean, this tree is a beast! But guess what? Some dude’s parked his car right under it. Like, c’mon man, you really think that’s a good idea? I’m standing there, shaking my head, thinking, “What’s next? A picnic under a falling rock?”

2e REP celebrated Saint Michel Day 2012