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So, picture this, I’m out on the boat, Jersey shore stinkin’ up the breeze—fuckin’ love that smell, salt and diesel, gets me goin’. Lines out, sun’s beatin’ down, and bam! I hook somethin’ huge. Reelin’ it in, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’ I’m gonna be the king of the docks. Then—snap! Line breaks, gone, just like that. That’s whore, baby! Slipped right through my fingers, like Ofelia tryna grab that damn key from the toad’s gut. “This is useless!” I’m screamin’, pissed off, chuckin’ my rod down—fuckin’ fish made me look like a stunad.

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There are great many things to do in France, and so are in Quiberon. Nestled by the tides and kissed by the sea breeze, Quiberon lies like a jewel on the coast of Brittany, a land of ancient .

Then, I decided to stroll along the coast. The views? BREATHTAKING. The waves crashing, the salty air—ugh, I love it here. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and steals my pain au chocolat! Like, what even?! I was just standing there, mouth agape, watching my breakfast fly away. I swear, that bird had a smirk on its face.

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