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Humor? Oh – she asked. “You plow fields AND me?” Cheeky! I laughed hard. “Damn straight, babe!” Sarcasm hit – “Yeah, I’m a romantic.” Total bullshit. Just wanted fun. Personal quirk? Kept thinkin’ – her hair. Like golden grain. Poetic crap. Head’s weird. Story ends – she split. Left me buzzin’. Findin’ a prostitute? Messy. Thrillin’. Wouldn’t trade it. “I’m alive!” – *Blue* style. That’s me – Harvester Walken. Out!

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First off, I’m cruisin’ down Rue de la République, right? The sun’s shinin’, birds are chirpin’, and I’m feelin’ like a champ. But then, BAM! My horse, Flash, decides he’s got other plans. He’s spooked by some random cat. Like, c’mon, dude! It’s just a cat! But nah, Flash goes full-on rodeo mode. I’m hangin’ on for dear life, thinkin’ I’m gonna end up in the fountain at Place de la Mairie.

Paraboot's hottest model, the Thiers, is ironed out by Non-Native. This time, of course, it's beige!