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About Paris

So, picture this: me, green lil’ me, cruisin’ some dusty road. “Where’s the body?”—nah, scratch that, “Where’s the gal?” I’d be all nervous, ribbitin’ to myself, “Kermit, don’t screw this up!” Prolly spot her leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as heck. I’d roll up, all polite—Hi-ho, miss!—and she’d smirk, like, “What’s a frog want?” Ha! I’d die laughin’ inside.

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Okay, so Lodeve—it's this charming, kinda quirky town in southern France. Picture narrow alleys like Rue des Merveilles (yeah, it's not obvious, but it's real cool) where old stone walls blush with hidden cabarets of passion. Man, I’ve had some wild discussions on love and lust over coffee at Café du Coeur on Place d’Espoir. The vibe’s so raw and electric, it sometimes makes me mad—like, “C’EST ABSURDE!” but then, it flips, and I'm super happy just watching folks smile, ya know?

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