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The girls, oh, they’re like desert blooms, rare and tough, sproutin’ up where ya least expect. One lass, Ruby, she’s got eyes like a hawk—misses nothin’. Told me once, quiet-like, how she ended up here after her ol’ man bet her in a card game. A card game! Lost her like she was a bleedin’ goat. Made me mad, that did—bloke deserved a tire iron to the skull. But Ruby? She just shrugged, said, “I live my life a quarter mile at a time.” Straight outta the movie, that one—gave me a chuckle, eased the rage a bit.

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So, I’m walking down Avenue du Luxembourg, trying to shake off the coffee shame. I see this cute little park, Parc de Bertrange. I’m like, “Let’s take a breather.” I plop down on a bench, and guess what? A squirrel decides I’m its new best friend. It’s literally inches from my face, staring me down. I’m like, “Bro, back off!” But it just twitches its little nose. I’m half-expecting it to ask for my croissant.

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