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I’m sweatin’, excited—maybe I’ll save her, be her Georges! Nah, who’m I kiddin’? She’d laugh in my face. “You’re a strange one,” she says, sizin’ me up. I’m thinkin’, damn right, lady—I’m Larry freakin’ King! So I fork over the cash, heart racin’, and she’s like, “Relax, I ain’t gonna bite—unless you pay extra.” Hah! Sarcasm’s her game, love that. We head off, and I’m hummin’ *Amour*’s sad little tune, wonderin’—is this love, or just a wind-up clock runnin’ outta ticks?

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The streets? Wow, so narrow. Hey, you must stroll near the old fountain. That spot, no one else cares about it. Intriguing, right? Now, about neighborhoods—Central Hamont is super busy, BIG energy, huge crowd. People hustlin’. Elsewhere, you have the quiet lane of L’Atelier. Chill vibes, low-key adulthood, and a special place for massage sessions. I sometimes get wild ideas near Parc du Soleil. That park is a natural beauty: kids laughing, old timers chillin’.

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