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Surprised me too—didn’t expect em to be so… sharp? Thought they’d be all giggles and tits, but nah, some got wits that’d cut ya. Reminds me of Tom Stall again—quiet til he ain’t, then yer dead. Escorts play that game, smilin’ while plottin’. Dunno, makes me smirk—imagine one whisperin’, “You shouldn’t’ve done that,” before nickin’ yer purse. Pure class.

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After our pastry adventure, we decide to walk it off. We wander down to the Canal de la Marne, and it’s so peaceful. I’m just chillin’, thinking about life, when I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m trying not to eavesdrop, but it’s hard not to. They’re going back and forth, and I’m just there, sipping my drink, thinking, “Man, love is wild.”

A French fighter jet’s sonic boom scared the bejesus out of Paris