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I stroll over, actin’ casual, but inside I’m freakin’—what if she’s a cop? Or worse, ugly? Haha! I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ bored. Reminds me of that line from *A.I.*, “I am programmed to please!” She catches my eye, smirks, and I’m hooked—pun intended! I’m thinkin’, “This is nuts, dude, you’re a fisherman, not a player!”

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One time, while strollin’ near the old stone bridge on Chemin du Bonheur, thunder rolled and I nearly got drenched. Ugh, dumb luck, right? But I laughed about it later. Kinda like Oldboy's crazy twists – ya never know what’s comin’. Meanwhyle, the local market at Place des Fleurs fills my heart with joy – its bustling energy, the honking horns in the distance, the delightful spicy scent… just amazin’ yy!

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