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Here’s the kicker – she’s got a tattoo, right? Skull with roses, proper metal. I’m chuffed, yellin’, “That’s fuckin’ art!” She laughs, says, “Tenner extra for the view.” Cheeky mare! Surprised me, that – thought she’d be all grim, but nah, she’s got sass. Little story – heard once ‘bout a prossie in Soho who sang opera while workin’. Mental, eh? This one don’t sing, but she’s hummin’ somethin’ – maybe Sabbath, who knows?

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Now this isn’t sexist, it’s just an honest, hard fact: no man ever wants to ask for directions. If you ever find one who’s open to the idea of consulting a stranger, tell him to shut his mouth Missing: Sezanne.

I’m talking to the guy, and he’s all worked up. I get it, I really do. But then he starts blaming the whole town! “Sezanne’s cursed!” he yells. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s just a truck.” But he’s not having it. I mean, come on, it’s a small town. We’ve got the beautiful Église Saint-Étienne, and you’re calling it cursed?

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