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Oi mate, here I am, David bloody Attenborough, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, yeah? Calm as a bleedin’ forest, rhythmic like waves crashin’. Whore, right, she’s a creature, innit? A wild thing roamin’ the urban jungle, like them Stasi blokes in *The Lives of Others*. “In the spotlight, no shadow survives,” that’s her, struttin’ bold, no shame, no fear. Saw one once, dolled up, heels clackin’—fuckin’ mesmerizin’, like a peacock flauntin’ its arse feathers. Made me happy, that swagger, pure life, y’know?

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Etaples is a little fishing village that sits on the edge of the Estuary of the River Canche which leads out into the North Sea. A lively but rather modest town it is joined to the much swankier .

Yo, listen up buddy – lemme tell ya 'bout Etaples, fr, where the magic happens, okay?! So picture this: cobbled streets like Rue de la République, buzzin' with life, little cafes and quirky art spots. Man, walking these streets makes me feel like I'm on a drug-fueled ride straight outta "The Wolf of Wall Street", ya know? I mean, "sell me this pen" vibes all over, bro!

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