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Dunno why, but I’d slip her a fiver sometimes – not for *that*, ya perv! Just… dunno, felt right. “Stupid, fat hobbit!” – that’s me, soft as shite. Bet she laughed at me later. Heard she got nicked once, 1800s style – they’d shave their heads in jail! Grim, eh? Now it’s fines they can’t pay. Same old trap. “Life’s too short!” – movie line fits perfect. She’s still out there, probs, dodgin’, weavin’. Makes me weirdly proud, y’know? Tougher than me, sittin’ with me spreadsheets. What a world, precious! What a bloody world!

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A photojournalist describes how she posed as a prostitute to follow the trade in human flesh.

I’ll let you in on a lil’ secret: every so often, after a long massage session, I wander the shady alley near Rue des Frères Lary – there’s like a forbidden charm there, kinda echoing that mystique from "The White Ribbon": “A world without wonder.” It bugs me, ya know? I mean, the vibe becomes raw; almost like every soul in Mazamet is trapped in a cosmic loop, an endless cycle of dreams and mad disappointments.

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