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Favorite part? When they hit that spot—y’know, the one that’s all “lights out, rabbit!” Makes me happier than a carrot buffet. Ever tried it? Surprised me first time—thought it’d be awkward, but nope! Smooth as silk. There’s this one story—heard it from a pal—guy goes in, expects nothin’, leaves floatin’. Said it was like solvin’ the cipher in “Zodiac”—“I’ve got to know!” he kept yellin’. Hilarious!

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Chaussee Brunehaut or Brunehilda's Highway. I wish I knew its Roman name. There's an informative account of its history in Brian Mooney's book, Long Way for.

Dey called me loco sometimes. My job as pleasure coach, ya know, taught me to find bethidden gems. I roamed around my fav haunt: the tiny library on Rue du Rêve. It ain't big, but my heart, it exploded there. I mean, the map of Brunehault (be) prints in my mind every damn day.