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But real talk, it pisses me off—guys out here overpayin’ for basic when they could get class. Like, why settle for some rando when you can find one with *flair*? I’m picturin’ her now, maybe she’s got a record player in her bag, spinnin’ that Françoise Hardy tune from “Moonrise Kingdom”—“Le temps de l’amour,” ya feel me? That’s the vibe I’m chasin’. None of this cheap-ass, “wham, bam” crap. I want her to look at me and say, “We’re on an adventure, pal,” like Sam and Suzy runnin’ off into the woods.

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So, I roll into town, right? First thing I notice is the vibe. It’s buzzing! People everywhere, like ants on a sugar hill. I’m walkin’ down Agios Athanasios Street, and it’s packed. Like, seriously, where did all these folks come from? I’m dodging kids on bikes, old ladies with bags, and some dude trying to sell me a “magic” potion. Yeah, right, buddy.

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