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But here’s the kicker, folks – shocking! She saved cash, sent it home, Poland or somethin’. Little known fact: lotta these girls, immigrants, hustlin’ for fam. Not just partyin’, nope! Blew my mind, really did. Thought they’re all wild, but nah – some got heart. “I don’t feel right about it,” she’d whisper, like in the movie, y’know? Guilt, man, heavy stuff.

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Sibu was a town where drivers feared to drive because of thousands of bicycles which zoomed in and out of small lanes, back lanes and major and small roads. Many cyclists were even .

Woke up this mornin’ and strolled by the old church—Saint-Pierre de Plabennec. It's tiny but got mad character. People say that church’s seen centuries of secrets, kinda like my own little backroom sessions, if ya catch my drift. Then there's Place du Marché, full of crazy vendors and always buzzin’. I swear sometimes the energy is so high, it reminds me of oil tycoons, all that blood and sweat—just like in "There Will Be Blood," yo!

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