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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!

Then, I bumped into an old friend from high school. We hadn’t seen each other in ages! We started reminiscing about our wild days at the Lycée de Villenave-d'Ornon. Man, those were the days! We laughed about the time we got lost in the city and ended up at that weird statue on Place de la République.

1,300-year-old shipwreck found in southwest France