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Favorite moment? One time, she sneaks me a beer—warm, cheap, perfect. We’re sittin’ in the elevator, 2 a.m., laughin’ ‘bout some john who ran off with no pants. “He thought he was king!” she cackles. I’m dyin’—happiest I been in weeks. She’s a riot, Roxy—sassy, real, a survivor.

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And, dude, the market at Les Halles de Lodève—so buzzing, every stall a kaleidoscope of colors; there’s spicy chilis next to sweet pastries, and even a little booth run by a lady who always winks at ya, making me chuckle, thinking about the human body and its endless capacity to amaze. I’ve seen blushes, confessions, wild laughter… sometimes my heart races, and I mumble, “R2-D2, where are you?” when I'm overwhelmed!

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