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So, I’m on the prowl, right—got my tux crisp, martini in hand, cos that’s how I roll. Findin’ a prossie ain’t just a quick shag, nah, it’s a bloody art. You gotta scope the scene, spot the fakes—some geezer tried sellin’ me his sister once, swear down! Made me proper mad, that did—cheeky sod. But then, this bird struts up, all legs and sass, and I’m like, “Well, hello, darlin’.” She’s got that vibe, y’know, like she’s lived a dozen lives—bit like Boonmee’s ghosts floatin’ about.

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Then, I stroll down Rue des Écoles, and I see this cute little café. I’m starving, so I pop in for a quick bite. The croissants? To die for! I’m munching away, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about the history of Simiane-Collongue. Apparently, it’s been around since the Roman times. Who knew? I’m just trying to enjoy my pastry, lady! But hey, I love a good history lesson.

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