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About Paris

Once, dis cop rolled up, she bolted—fast! “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I hissed at da pig. Love dat she outran him, sneaky minx. Oh, an da smell—perfume and sweat, hits ya hard. Reminds me, “There’s no escape,” like in da movie—trapped, but she’s free, kinda. Me quirks? I’d prolly tip her extra, ha, coz I’m soft like dat. Exaggeratin? Maybe she’s a queen in disguise—nah, just a hustla. Tell ya dis, bruh, findin a prossie here? Easy if ya look. Hard if ya dumb. Dat’s da truth!

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By now, I’m feelin’ all sorts of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised—like a rollercoaster. I decide to head home, but not before I swing by the old castle ruins. They’re just chillin’ there, lookin’ all majestic. I sit on a bench, takin’ it all in. Sury-le-Comtal, man. It’s got its quirks, but it’s home.

Fond farewell to France by a lady of the manoir