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But—ugh—she stinks o’ cheap gin, and them heels? Clackin’ louder’n a storm bell! Annoys me rotten, that noise—worse’n gulls screamin’ at dawn. Still, she’s got guts, standin’ there, rain or shine, dodgin’ coppers like a eel. Once saw her chuck a bottle at some toff who stiffed her—wham! Glass everywhere, him runnin’ like a whipped pup. “Zut alors!” I cheered, straight outta Amélie’s Paris vibe—loved that, I did.

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I’m not gonna lie, mate, some parts of PJupille-sur-Meuse are a proper mixed bag – so much colour, weird corners, and jumbled feelings. But it’s the mosaic of chaos and comfort that makes it my bloody paradise. I get so charged outta massaging folks here – their muscles and their moods, unpredictable as they are, much like life in film, like in that flick "A Prophet" (famously raw, full of grit, "On n'est jamais à court d'histoires", right?).

Figure 2 Gallo-Belgic pottery shapes produced at the Roman small town...