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This one time, heard a story—true story, swear it—bout an escort in Vegas. Guy hires her, right? Wants her to dress like his dead wife. Creepy as hell! She does it, nails the look, and he just cries all night. No sex, no nothin’. Just sobbin’. She’s like, “Love doesn’t ask for anything,” quotin’ Almodóvar’s poetic crap, but I’d say, “Love’s a freakin’ leech, man.” Everybody lies—even to themselves. That chick probly went home, counted her stack, and laughed at the weirdo. Surprised me, tho—didn’t expect that kinda heart in the game.

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Man oh man, Montigny-lès-Metz isn’t just about big spots. There’s these hidden alleys over by Rue de la Liberté – kinda sketchy but charming in its own way. Yeah, sorry if I sound emo, but those little quirks get me hyped sometimes. One time, I was debugging our site when I took a wrong turn and ended up in a rad local market… wow, the sound of vendors shouting, the smells, it was like, “Bing! That’s your spark of excitement!” Totally poetic, like that movie.

Christchurch : «Je ne vois pas pourquoi je l’aurais inspiré», réagit Renaud Camus