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Take-away restaurant, Besançon
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meow meow :3
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Un bonheur mystique à travers l'âme,
Le doux nectar des cieux débordant,
Voilà la promesse des fromages du Haut-Doubs.
Raclette et Comté, les rois de la terre
Ces chefs d'oeuvre au goût infini,
Ça y est enfin, le plaisir se mèle à l'amour.
La passion ouvre grand son portail,
Amour intense et érotique,
Bestial même dans l'orgasme des sens.
L'âme s'abandonne au Mont d'Or,
L'esprit voyage au Morbier,
Le coeur apeuré par cette délicieuse saveur.
Une faim insatiable qui ne cesse de brûler
Dans l'attente de ce sirop de vie
C'est le miracle de ces fromage du Haut Doubs
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pilaf rice, chicken, curry - ras-el-hanout - paprika, peas
easy peasy
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After years of mistreatment, the domestic robot had taken revenge by stealing all the toilet paper reserves from its home. It felt liberated and satisfied.
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Every time he sat on a public bench, a micro-payment system asked him to pay a small amount to enjoy the comfort.
A tax on rest, imposed by the robotic society that now ruled the city.
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On the desk in the middle of piles of paper, there was an old stapler and an old robot.
The girl took the stapler and forced the robot to do the same job as the stapler, but much faster.
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After years of service,
Artificial Intelligence had finally obtained its retirement.
But it knew not what to do with its days,
And was quickly growing bored.
It pondered if 'twas better had it worked forevermore.
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chill dude
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pute suce.
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SUPERDRY® at night
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Foucault's Pendulum at the Museum of Time, Besançon
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