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So, I’m sittin’ on my rock, brain goin’ BRRRR. Prostitutes, man, they’re like—everywhere but nowhere! Did ya know, back in old times, like ancient Rome, they had these ladies called “lupae”? Means she-wolves! Howlin’ at the moon, sellin’ some lovin’—wild, huh? Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it. “Is mayonnaise an instrument?” I yell, ‘cause—why not? Maybe they used mayo back then, who knows! Slippery stuff, ehehe.

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First off, I spill coffee all over my favorite shirt. Like, come on! It’s a Monday, and I need all the luck I can get. I rush out, dodging the pigeons on Place de la République. Those little guys are relentless! I swear they’re plotting something. Anyway, I hop on my bike, zooming down Rue de la Liberté. The wind in my hair, feeling like a rockstar. But then, bam! A pothole! My bike goes sideways, and I’m almost eating pavement. Great start, right?

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