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So – I’m drivin’. Mutterin’ to myself – “Gotta find her.” Eyes peeled. Then – BAM. There she is. Leaning on a lamppost. Legs for DAYS – hot damn. She’s got this – wig. Purple. Crooked. Reminds me – *Holy Motors*. “Weirdness! Keeps us alive!” I pull over – fast. Heart’s poundin’. I’m thinkin’ – is she nuts? Perfect. I ask – “You workin’?” She smirks. Says – “For the right price, grandpa.” GRANDPA?! I’m pissed – then laughin’. Cheeky! I like it.

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dourdan’s a real mixed bag. first off, you've got the castle – Château de Dourdan – pop that name in your brain, it’s the soul of the city. i used to stroll near its walls, wonderin how time folds in on itself, like some cosmic blueprint. then there’s rue de la République – a main artery, full of chatter, food spots, and quirky cafes. man, sometimes i’d just sit outside a cafe, relax, and let the world spin around me.

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