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We’re vibing now, but – ugh, stinks like cheap perfume. Makes me wanna puke, but I’m in deep. “I’m lost on this highway,” I think – Lynch line, stuck in my head. One more thing… her eyes, man, freaky – like she’s seen ghosts. Turns me on, weirdly. Gladiator kink, I guess.

The Clarendon Hotel – Blackheath

And dont even get me started on Place de la Liberté. This gem is the heart of town – a neat lil’ square near the river Ravon. The river flows smooth like a love scene from “In the Mood for Love”, ya know? The vibe’s all slow and dreamy – “the sorrow is not yet over”, just like that movie. There’s this tiny bench, always packed when there’s a festival. I’d sit there, thinkin’ bout love and swipin’ on my phone – ha, bizzarre and sweet.

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