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I saunter over, cool as you like. “Evenin’, love,” I say, all charm. She sizes me up—prob’ly thinks I’m a cop or a creep. Fair enough. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, London prossies used coded handkerchiefs to signal clients? Wild, right? History’s full of these sneaky tricks—makes me grin. Anyway, she’s wary, but I ain’t here to judge. Just wanna chat, get the vibe.

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There’s a quirky little café on Quai des Pêcheurs. Omg, their espresso is like a punch in the face – in a good way! Seriously, whenever I dash there after a long session, it brings me back to those raw images of love and despair in the movie. I swear, sometimes the coffee tastes like irony. And on weekends, I hit up Marché de Fos – ya know, the local market bursting with unfiltered energy, smells of fresh bread, and weird little surprises hidden in every stall.

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