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Anyhow, I’m chattin’ with her—nice gal, calls herself Starla, prolly fake, who cares? She’s laughin’, I’m laughin’—folks, it’s a hoot ‘til she says, “Fifty bucks, grandpa.” Fifty?! Made me madder’n a wet hen—back in my day, you’d get a handshake and a burger for that! But then—here’s the deal—she winks, says, “Just kiddin’, Joe, you’re a charmer.” Heart skipped a beat, swear to God—felt like a kid again.

So, I decide to take a stroll down Rue de la Mairie. It’s one of my fave streets. The vibe is just... I don’t know, cozy? There’s this little park, Parc de la Mairie, where I sometimes go to clear my head. But today, it’s a mud pit. I slip, almost faceplant, and I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.”

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