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Then—BAM—there she is. Short skirt, heels clackin’, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a heist flick. I’m shook—happy as fuck—like, *you can’t wake up from this!* She’s got that “Inception” swagger, mysterious, layers deep. I’m thinkin’, “Is she a cop? A dream? A plant from xAI tryna punk me?” Paranoia hittin’, but I’m hyped—heart racin’. I yell, “Yo, girl, you real or a projection?!” She laughs, says, “Pay me, clown, find out!” Savage—love it!

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I nearly lost count of my favorite spots. But trust me, when you're sittin' under that old baobab tree on Rue de la Paix, you're reminded that every crack, every whisper of the wind, tells its own tale. Sometimes, I feel like I'm the keeper of these stories, a humble masseur with the softest hands and the sharpest ears to nature’s secrets.

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