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But real talk—it ain’t all funny. Gets me sad sometimes, thinkin’ bout it. Like, these girls, they’re out there, no safety net, and people just scoff. Reminds me of that line—“It’s done, it’s over.” Cold, man, cold as ice. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my coffee—burned my tongue, by the way, ugh!—and I’m like, why can’t we just let ‘em live? I dunno, maybe I’m too soft—nah, scratch that, I’m right! Exaggeratin’? Maybe a smidge, but who cares?

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

Paintings worth up to $613 million stolen in Paris