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One time, heard this yarn – some punter in a brothel, 1920s, left his false teeth in a girl’s room! Fuckin ell, imagine the panic, “I see you, bastard!” – he’s stumblin round, gummi’ his words, hah! Little shit like that, keeps it real. Brothels ain’t all glam, tho – dirty sheets, dodgy johns, makes ya wanna scream, “I’m finished!” But then, there’s this vibe, this raw energy, like oil gushin in that movie. Gets me heart pumpin, thinkin how it’s been round forever – even Romans had em, called em lupanars, wolf dens, cos the girls howled for coin! Wild, innit?

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Oh, dude, the neighborhoods! Downtown near Rue de l'Amitié is bustling with character. People here ain’t no robots—they feel, they live, they love in a way that our modern world seems to forget. And trust me, when I talk about feelings, politics, and the rights of the common people—like Bernie on a rally—I'm all in.

L’ECUYER Guy 19322020