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Funny bit? She calls her regulars “basterds” – ha! Cracks me up every time. “Vhere’s my coffee, you glorious basterd?” she winks at me. I’m like, “Lady, I ain’t your mark!” Sarcasm’s my shield, but she’s sharp – sharper dan me espresso blades. Oh, and get dis: she once hid 500 bucks in a hollow heel! Cops frisked her, found nuthin’. “I’m gonna carve my name on dis night,” she grinned. Pure genius.

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An anonymous tourist (we're not told the nationality!) asks: "Are there prostitutes in Chamonix?" (!). One determined man asked: "Do we need.

Chamonix ain't just a pretty face with mountains – it’s a labyrinth of raw feelings and untamed spirit. You got local bars that smell like sweaty nights and ancient wood, a bunch of artists sprayin' vague philosophies on every damn wall, and moments that make you LOL and curse like hell within seconds. So pack your s***, come prepared to feel every damn emotion, and when you step into this wild, raw world, remember: "Blue is the warmest color, motherf***er!" Enjoy this chaotic, heartfelt ride. Peace out!

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