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Anyway, I’m walkin’, and this lady—WHOA—she’s givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Is this it? Jackpot?” Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—total Michael Scott moment. I’m thinkin’, “Be cool, be cool!” But nah, I trip over a curb—classic me! She laughs, and I’m like, “That’s what she said!” Kills me every time. She’s got this vibe, like she’s seen it all—kinda like Carlos dodgin’ cops in the movie. “You’re a wanted man,” she says, smirkin’. I’m like, “Heck yeah, I am!” Cringey? Sure. Fun? You bet!

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And lemme not forget the streets; nah, these ain't your usual concrete mazes. Naw, more like meandering alleys with surprises. There's a tiny bakery on Rue des Rêves that smells like heaven every mornin’. I got half-crazy and ordered one of those donuts—they were lovely and messy, just like life!

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