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Sarcasm time—oh yeah, *real* spiritual experience, totally not horny at all. Pfft. Truth is, it’s messy, awkward, fuckin’ glorious. Gets me all happy—then bam, guilt trips me. Like, am I a perv? Nah, just human. “Tonight’s the night,” I say again—prolly too loud. Lady giggles. Shit, she heard. Whatever, worth it. Try it, mate—don’t knock it ‘til ya do.

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The whole town is a meeting of old and new. There’s this weird mix: cobblestoned lanes where time seems stuck and modern art pieces near Rue Jules Ferry that make me grin and think, "well, isn't that just brilliant?" People here are damn genuine. And not to get all sappy and shit, but I’ve seen raw, real healing happen on these streets. Sometimes when I’m imaginatively romancing the idea of destiny, I recite, “I wish I knew how to quit you,” from Brokeback Mountain (yeah I know, totally over the top, but hey, it's how I feel about some days here).

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