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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!*

First off, I grab my coffee from that cute café on Rue de la Gare. You know the one? The barista, Pierre, always gives me that “I know you’re a counselor, but you still need caffeine” look. I mean, I get it. I need it. Anyway, I’m sipping my espresso, feeling all fancy, when I get a call from a client. Total meltdown mode. Like, “Help me, I’m drowning!” Ugh, the pressure.

Paris with kids: what to do with the family on Wednesday, September 25, 2024, in Paris and the Île-de-France region?