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So, where do ya look? Back alleys? Online? X posts screamin’ “discreet fun”? Ha! Discreet my ass—those ads are louder than a drunk uncle. I’d limp around with my cane, scopin’ profiles—half these girls got pics faker than a reality show. Reminds me of Amélie’s gnome—travelin’ the world, posin’ pretty. Except here, it’s “$100, no questions.” Surprised me once—found a listing in freakin’ Morse code. Dots and dashes for “BJ.” Creative, I’ll give ‘em that.

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But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud noise. It’s a parade! In Saint-Quentin-Fallavier! I didn’t even know they had parades. I’m like, “What’s goin’ on?” So, I follow the sound, and it’s this colorful procession down Rue de la Liberté. People are dancing, music’s blasting, and I’m just there with my pigs, lookin’ like a total weirdo.

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