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I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What animal are you?” – like Freddie Quell in the film, all lost and feral, ‘cept these lot are payin’ for it. Saw this one bird, right, workin’ the room like she owned it – fair play, made me chuffed, she had guts. But then some wanker starts hagglin’ – hagglin’! – like it’s a car boot sale. “Oi, you twat, it’s not a bloody negotiation!” I wanted to scream. Surprised me, though, how calm she stayed – ice cold, propa legend.

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Biot’s a mix of sorrow, joy, mad hopes, and quirky surprises. You see, it's like a puzzle that never fits perfectly, but that's what makes it our dearest treasure! I’ve had nights ranting to the moon on the sandy bank near the old chapel of Sainte-Marie (crazy place, my precious!) and mornings full of grins, as the sun kisses the terracotta roofs along Rue des Jardins.

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