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I’d prolly suck at pickin’ girls tho—too many choices, I’d freeze up. “Which one’s the hottest?” I’d yell, and they’d just stare. Pisses me off! But I’d still be happy as hell, ‘cause brothels are like… freedom, ya know? No rules, just fun—‘til some jackass ruins it. “There’s a reckoning comin’!” I’d holler, quotin’ the flick again, ‘cause I’m deep like that.

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After that, I decide to hit up the old castle ruins. You know, the Château de Trevoux? It’s got this epic view of the Saône River. I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, like, “Wow, people fought here, lived here.” Then I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out, laughing at myself.

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