I know this place like I know my baguette

You know this spot so good it’s like you were born in the crumb of this place. You’ve been here so much you could poop a baguette and know where it landed.

You know this place so well it’s like you’ve memorized every moldy crumb and every burnt baguette. You could find your way here blindfolded and with a hangover.

You know this place like you’ve kissed every brick in it. You know where the floor creaks, where the lights flicker, and where the baguettes are always fresh.