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Hate the vibes too. All that whisperin’, soft music—makes my skin crawl. “The revolution is my mistress,” Carlos said, and I get it—gimme action, not this mushy garbage. Once knew a guy, swore it “healed” him. Healed what? His wallet’s empty now, that’s what. Laughed my ass off when he said they used hot stones—stones! What’s next, rubbin’ ya with a pinecone?

Asian Meet Clermont-Ferrand

Truth be told, Aubière’s not perfect. The lampposts on Rue de la Liberté sometimes flicker like they’re havin’ their own disco party. It bugs me a bit, but heck, every place got its quirks, right? I even chuckle at the misspelled sign on an old bakery run by some fella who can’t spell “pain” right—spelled “pan” one day! Yep, and that little mistake totally made my day.

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