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Oh, and she’s got this tat—rose, all crooked. Asked her, “Who fucked that up?” She cackled, said, “My cousin, drunk!” Hilarious, but tragic—sums her up. Angry? Yeah, when she flirts with my boss—gross! Happy? When she tipped me a dollar—rare! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s a freakin’ legend. Whore’s a tornado—dirty, wild, unforgettable. “You’re on your own now!”—movie line fits perfect. Cashier Judy’s verdict? She’s a hot mess, but mine.

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And oh man, speaking of vibes, the park at Jardin du Pharo is my retreat. Yo, it’s my zen spot where I sip crappy airport coffee (lol, I know, right?!) and just vibe with nature. Squirrels runnin' around like they got no care, and picnickers sprawlin' their blankets; it's the coolest contrast to my coding marathons in cramped cafés near the Place de la Liberté. I spend hours there whenever I need a breather from lines of code and algorithm nightmares (I was close to losing my mind once, honestly!).

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