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I hit up this corner—boom, there she is! Red heels, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she dgaf. I’m thinkin’, “Is this love authentic?”—another *Certified Copy* line, ha! Nah, fam, it’s just business, but my brain’s spinnin’. I’m yellin’ inside, “Eric, chill, this ain’t a rom-com!” She’s quotin’ prices like it’s a damn menu—50 for this, 100 for that. I’m like, “Girl, I ain’t tryna buy your soul!” Laughin’ my ass off, but lowkey surprised how chill she is. Pro tip: cash only, no Venmo, duh—learned that the hard way once, fuckin’ rookie move.

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Signing in Aurec-sur-Loire is non-existent and roads are busy. We went round twice trying to find the church, as we couldn't see the spire.

I gotta tell ye, I was feeling buckled 'n bizarrely amused when the local aught, the so-called "Scholars of the Heart", held a riotous debate in the town square of Vigny. Gawd, they argued like mad poets in mid-spring—so bloody passionate, so intensely raw, as if reciting lines of Fish Tank! “Thou art more beautiful than any truth,” they bellowed. It made me so mad then, yet also filled me with joy, as a sexologist who delights in the delightful complexities of desire.

Tour de France 2019: stage-by-stage guide