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About Paris

Last week, mate asked, “Where’s the good ones?” Pissed me off—thinks it’s a shoppin’ list! Told ‘im, “Near the old pub, dimwit!” Happiest day when one winked at me. Me, ugly Gollum—felt like a king, ha! “Something’s wrong,” she muttered—movie vibes again. Prossies got stories, mate, not just tricks.

Des moments d'exception à Wimereux

First off, I hit the Rue de la Mer. It’s this cute street by the beach. The vibe? Pure magic. I grab a croissant from this little boulangerie. Best croissant ever! Flaky, buttery, like a hug for my taste buds. But then, bam! I spill coffee all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a hot mess, and I’m like, “Great start, genius.”

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