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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m feelin it, the itch. Not just for the deed—tho yeah, that too—but to *know* her. What’s her deal? She says her name’s Candy, probs fake, but who cares? I’m Dexter, I don’t judge. She’s twirlin her hair, lookin at me like I’m a puzzle. “You’re weird, strings,” she says. Weird! Me! Pot callin kettle black, babe.

Oh, oh, bruh – there’s like 1 or 2 more spots I gotta drop – the local boulangerie on Rue du Matin, where the baguettes still scream fresh and crunchy. Rarely anyone talks about it, but it’s a real slice of local life. And trust me, after a massage, a fresh croissant is therapy.

1er REG + 2e REG: Sainte Barbe 2017