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Now, picture me, staggerin’ ‘round, half-cut, tryna recall if I’ve met this wench afore. “Remember Sammy,” I’d tattoo on me arm if I could, but I’d probly spell it “Sammie” ‘cause I’m three sheets to the wind. Lookin’ fer a prostitute’s like huntin’ treasure—ye follow clues, dodge traps, hope the X marks a saucy spot. Ever hear ‘bout the “two-penny hangover”? Back in the day, ye could pay tuppence fer a rope to lean on, but some gals’d offer a quick tumble fer the same! Cheap as chips, made me laugh ‘til me sides split—sly dogs, they were.

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But oh man, Avranches is also known for its shady alleys near the port area. The old harbor, right off Quai de la République, buzzes in the evenings with locals havin’ a laugh, talkin’ about the tides and times gone by. I get all fired up sometimes – I mean, there’s this raw beauty, almost gritty, that gets under your skin like you’re clip-clop on rusty rails. And I can’t help but say, “Laissez faire!” to the cosmic madness of it all.

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