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Oh, and get this—some old tale says a prossie in Paris conned a duke outta his castle. A CASTLE! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d buy it. She’s got that “I’ve abandoned my boy!” vibe—y’know, that raw, messy energy. Love that film line—fits her perfect. She’s no saint, but who is? Not me, that’s for damn sure.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m laughing, soaked to the bone. I mean, c’mon! It’s just water! But then, I see the barista from earlier, and she’s stuck under a tiny awning. I can’t help but tease her. “Hey, queen! Need a throne?” She rolls her eyes, but I see a smile.

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