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Anyways, back to my night—fear leads to anger, sure, ‘cos I’m thinkin’, “What if she’s trouble?” Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty, total mess, me. She saunters over, all sass, goes, “You lost, old man?” Old man?! I’m 30, bitch! Laughed my ass off, tho—she had guts. “The prince is coming,” I joke, quotin’ the movie, ‘cos why not? She rolls her eyes, says, “Prince of cash, maybe.” Smartass! Liked her, I did—spunky, not broken.

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Parks? Hell yes. Parc du Mont-rouge gives me chills. Chill spot for deep thoughts and spontaneous love confessions. It’s a love nest in disguise. Sometimes I get lost in it, like watching Zodiac’s slow burn mystery unfold. Perfect place to reflect on life and love – or just vibe with a cold brew.

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