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I roll up, all smooth-like, “Hey, sugar, fancy a ride?” She smirks, hops in – bam! Instant chemistry, baby! I’m thinkin’, *this* is why I knead bread – to afford these wild nights. Fun fact, yeah? Back in the ‘60s, London bakers used to trade loaves for a quickie – true story, mate! Keeps the ovens hot, if ya catch my drift.

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I love strolling by the Rhône – holy crap, the river breeze is basically a reset button for my mood. Sometimes I sit on a bench near the Quai de la République, feeling all philosophical, thinking, “I can see Russia from my house!” (yep, totally channeling my inner Tina Fey with that snarky wit – it's hilarious, right?) Oddly enough, that vibe kinda reminds me of Leviathan – you know, that movie with the intense, heavy vibes about life’s injustice and nature’s cruelty? Yeah, deep stuff that makes you squirm on your couch sometimes.

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