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Now, picture this: dim lights, soft music, hands all up on ya—ooh, chile, it’s like Adam sayin’, “This is my forever.” But here’s the sass—some fool tried tellin’ me it’s “just a massage.” Naw, boo! It’s a tease, a slow burn, a “you ain’t ready for this” kinda deal! Got me hollerin’, “Don’t play with me, I’m sensitive!” Funniest thing? Heard some dude fell asleep durin’ one—snored through the sexy part! Wasted good money, halleluyer!

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, heavy. I’m talkin’ buckets. I dash into this café on Rue des Écoles. I’m soaked, guitar’s soaked, and I’m like, “Great, just great.” But then I see this cute barista, right? She’s smilin’ at me, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe today ain’t so bad.” I order a café crème, and she hands it to me with a wink. I’m like, “Whoa, I’m in love!”

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