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Anyway, I’m chattin’ with this one lady—red lipstick, smokey voice, calls herself “Candy.” I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “Is this chick for real?” She’s quotin’ prices like she’s sellin’ me a used Chevy. “Fifty bucks, Joe, and I’ll rock yer world!” I’m like, c’mon, man, I ain’t that green! Made me mad, tho—folks tryna hustle ya, takin’ advantage. But then she winks, and I’m crackin’ up—girl’s got charm, gotta give her that. “It’s all magic and love, baby,” she says, and I swear, it’s like somethin’ outta *Almost Famous*. I’m half expectin’ her to pull out a guitar and sing “Fever Dog.”

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Then, oh my god, the Rue du Marché is pure gold. You'll catch me rambling there sometimes—totally off the cuff. The street smells, the chatter, the smell of fresh bread and, err, old history. It's a real mashup of passion and routine. Sometimes, I get pissed at how frigid some locals can be—they ain't got no warmth, like a winter's frost. But hey, I choose violence... metaphoric, of course.

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