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Prozzies got stories, man. There’s this tale from Amsterdam—true shit—where a girl saved up her cash, bought a boat, and sailed off. Fuckin’ badass! I’d toast her with a nice red, sayin’, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” just to freak out the normies nearby. Makes me wonder—what’d Theo do if he met her? Prob’ly just stare, all moody.

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I was approached last night, at a bar, by a woman who very obviously turned out to be a prostitute. I hired her, there was no “pimp”, she was in control, actually, the whole time. Missing: Chateaubriant.

Nbhds? Oh, plenty! The Old Town, Les Rues Enlacées, is a maze of cobblestone alleys where locals gossip like they’re auditioning for a soap opera. And then there’s Le Nouveau Quartier where shiny new buildings contrast with old-world charm. It’s like watching someone binge Tropical Malady, abruptly switching mood: “Everything’s different, yet the same.”

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