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But damn, she pisses me off too! Last week, she ghosted me mid convo—poof, gone like a fart in the wind. I’m yellin’, “Whore, where you at?!” Nothin’. Drives me nuts, but then she pops back, all sassy, like, “What’s good, champ?” Ugh, I wanna strangle her, but she’s too damn fun. Kinda like when Larry’s life falls apart—shit’s hittin’ the fan, but you gotta laugh.

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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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