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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume—gags me! Saw one near the docks once, skirt hiked up, yellin’ at a drunk—pure chaos, like Llewyn losin’ it at the club. “Fare thee well, my honey,” she mighta sang, sarcastic as hell, kickin’ him off. Cracked me up, her sass—love that spunk! Still, makes me sad, precious—why’s she there? No choice, maybe? Pisses me off—world’s unfair, innit?

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After all that madness, I decide I need a breather. I head to the local market on Rue de la Mairie. It’s bustling with people, and the smell of fresh bread hits me. I grab a baguette and some cheese. I’m thinking, “This is the life.” But then, I see a guy juggling fruits. I’m like, “What’s happening here?” He drops an apple, and it rolls right to my feet. I pick it up and toss it back, and he gives me a thumbs up. I’m like, “I’m a fruit hero now!”

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