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So, I’m drivin’, windows down, feelin’ like a rockstar—‘cause who doesn’t wanna be William Miller, chasin’ dreams? And bam, I see her—red heels, fishnets, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the night. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s Penny Lane, but dirtier!” That’s what she said! Ha! I pull over, heart’s poundin’—not gonna lie, I’m sweatin’ like a pig. “Hey, uh, hi!” I stammer—smooth, right? She smirks, “What’s your deal, weirdo?” I’m thinkin’, *Oh God, don’t screw this up, Michael!*

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So, like, wander down Rue Pasteur – bam, a little cafe there where old timers sip café au lait, gabbin’ about their wild days and sunsets that bite you in the soul. And oh man, don't miss the funky murals on Avenue de la République. They're like a splash of color on concrete memories. I had a meltdown once there – not mad, just overwhelmed by the underlying pulse of history and hope. It reminded me of mumbling, "Sharon!" – real raw, ya know?

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