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Quirk of mine? I’d talk to her, man, like she’s my therapist. “Whore, you get me, right?” She’d snort, like, “Yeah, dumbass, I do.” Exaggeratin’ for effect here, but swear she understood! Funniest shit? She’d steal my hat, chew it up—fuckin’ diva! I’d be like, “Motherfucker, that’s my last one!” Sarcasm all day, but I loved her ass.

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Oh, and you MUST stroll down Boulevarde du Cœur. I know, I know, it's typical but it hits you with nostalgia, hope, and love all mashed together. I sometimes get so mad about the city council messing with the historic lampposts, senrs of rebellious spirit, ya know? "It's a beautiful world, ain't it?" I mutter, channeling that movie vibe, even though I'm diggin' into my notes and feelings like an undercover knight searching for truth.

Toponymic surnames and the spatiality of heresy prosecutions: Peter Seila’s register of sentences from the Quercy region (Languedoc), 1241–1242