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I’d be strollin’ downtown, mutterin’, “Hmm… where’s the action?” Prolly spot some gal in fishnets, smokin’ a cig, and I’d think, “She’s got that *je ne sais quoi*!” Like in the movie, when Adèle says, “I miss you, it hurts.” That’s me, missin’ somethin’ wild, but I ain’t even started yet! I’d be nervous, tho—heart poundin’, palms sweaty. “Marge, chill,” I’d tell myself, but nah, I’m a mess.

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Then, I decide to stroll down to the rice terraces. You know, the famous ones? They’re like a postcard come to life. But as I’m walking, I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the ground, and this old dude walks by. He just chuckles and says, “You okay, young man?” I’m like, “Yeah, just practicing my yoga.” 😂

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