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What pisses me off? The fakes! Catfishin’ with old pics—ugh, slimy! Like Tyrone waitin’ for his score, ya get hyped, then bam—disappointment. But when it works? Oh, happy frog here! This one time, heard a story—guy found a gal who sang opera durin’ the deed. Weird, but cool! Little quirks like that, ya don’t expect. “Life’s a bitch, man!”—Marion’d scream, and yeah, it is, but funny too.

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Finally, I get my drink and head to the market on Place de la Mairie. Man, the vibe there is always buzzing. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of baked goods. I’m walking past this stall, and I see these strawberries. They look bomb! I’m like, “Yo, I’ll take a kilo!” But then the vendor, this old lady, she’s like, “Five euros!” I’m thinking, “What? For strawberries?!” I mean, I love Tignieu, but c’mon!