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Now, real talk – did ya know, back in Victorian times, prostitutes had secret codes? Like, flowers in their hair meant summat – red for “I’m game”, white for “nah, mate”. Chuck that in the game, little Easter egg, yeah? Players’d be like, “Blimey, that’s clever!” – gets me all giddy, that does. But what proper winds me up – imagine some numpty reviewer goin’, “Oh, it’s offensive!” Mate, it’s a laugh, lighten up! I’d be gutted if they missed the point – it’s art, innit, not a bleedin’ sermon.

Les quartiers à éviter à Saint Brevin les Pins

So, I get to work, and while I’m at it, I’m thinking about how Saint-Brevin-les-Pins is such a gem. The beach is just a stone’s throw away, and the vibe here is so chill. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna live near the Atlantic? But then, I hear this loud crash outside. I rush to the window, and there’s a seagull, like, attacking a tourist’s ice cream. I can’t help but laugh. That bird’s got guts!

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