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We haggle—$50, $60, whatever—she’s actin’ like she’s doin’ me a favor. Fun fact: in Amsterdam, they got unions for this shit. Here? It’s a free-for-all, and I’m dodgin’ cops like I dodge clinic duty. She’s all, “No kissing,” and I’m like, “Fine, I’m not Ritchie anyway.” *Tenenbaums* ref, duh—nobody gets it. Makes me happy, tho, ‘cause I’m a smug prick. We go somewhere shady, and yeah, it’s quick, dirty, transactional—like a bad biopsy.

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So, Picture this: my daily stroll, dodging delis and cafes. I pass by Café Le Rêve on Rue de la Mer – it's where art meets life, kinda like my own mind when I'm trying to code and romance at the same time (whoa, yeah!). One time, I met a super quirky artist who said, "The future starts here" – totally like a scene from Synecdoche in a far-out Austin Powers accent.

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