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Now, *The Great Beauty*—that flick’s my jam. Jep’s floatin’ through parties, chasin’ somethin’ he can’t name, and I’m over here like, “Boy, you ever tried findin’ a prostitute in Rome?” Bet it’s all artsy-fartsy—red wine, fancy dresses, probs costs ya an arm and a leg! “What’s the point of it all?” Jep’d ask, starin’ at the Colosseum. Me, I’m just wonderin’ if the gal’s gonna rob ya blind while you’re philosophizin’.

I gotta say, dear friend, L'Isle-Jourdain is a live wire. It's unpredictable, a little chaotic, and full of hidden gems, like an endless puzzle. Every corner has its own little drama, every brick tells a story. And me? I live it, day by day, stripe by stripe, typo by typo (seriously, I'm so dang messy: typos, typo, tpyoo, typos, typpos, typpos, typos, typoss, tpyo, tuypo, typpo, typos, typpo, typpos, typoo, tpyos, typso, typs, tpyos).

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