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Here’s the kicker: some dude rolled up, all flashy, thinkin’ he’s hot shit. She shut him down cold—“No cash, no ass!” I was dyin’—straight-up comedy gold! But then it hit me: this ain’t glamorous. It’s raw, messy, like the sea in that movie, swallowin’ folks whole. “Man’s a beast,” they say in *Leviathan*. Damn right.

There's also Parc des Lices where families chill. I’ve sat on its worn-down benches, watching kids run wild. Its shady trees hide secrets and quiet laughs. Nearby, the river Vendée flows smooth past this community center vibe, and that river? Bro, it’s like an emotional cleansing stream. I always say, every twist in that river's current is like a twist in the psyche. Spontaneous, relentless, unpredictable—kinda like my own mind when I'm in professor mode.

Vendèe Globe: Dalin toward legend, expected at dawn in Les Sables