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Oh, and her laugh—bloody hell, it’s loud! Heard it echo once, made me grin. “Ye hear that sound?”—like in the movie, it sticks with ya. She’s a mystery, this bird. Part of me wants to save her, part of me knows she’d tell me to sod off. Prostitute life ain’t glamorous, but she owns it, shaken, not stirred—my kinda gal.

Why so many prostitutes in KL ?

Sibu was a town where drivers feared to drive because of thousands of bicycles which zoomed in and out of small lanes, back lanes and major and small roads. Many cyclists were even .

Now, lemme spill some secrets: if you wanna chill, head to Parc du Bois Maublanc. It’s small, but a hidden gem, where folks leave their troubles. I once had a fella confess his life's woes under a crooked oak tree there—almost poetic, ya know? Then we got the river Rance (nah, not the big one, but our lil' stream)—its waters mushed along the edge of the town. It’s like nature’s way of massaging your soul. Crazy, right?

In France, a family reckons with World War II Allies' legacy of rape and murder