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But yo, the smell? Heaven. Dark, toasty, pulls you in like a tractor beam. Happiest I get, sniffin’ that, forgettin’ the Empire’s bullshit. Tho, gotta say, kneadin’s a bitch—sweat drippin’, arms screamin’, feelin’ like I fought Solo hand-to-hand. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Don’t care. Whore’s worth it.

Rattenkrieg!

I often hit up the old market near Place de la Mairie. Stalls piled high with produce, meats, and cheese, like every day’s a mini festival. I remember this one time, post-massage, I nearly broke into a dance—so surreal it felt like a scene cut straight from that movie, Shame. Crazy, right?

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