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Now, my fave flick—“4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days”—that Romanian gut-punch from ’07, it’s dark, mate. Two gals, one preggo, tryin’ to dodge Commie laws for an abortion. No prostitutes there, but the vibe? Desperation. “We’ve started something we’ve got to finish,” one says, and ain’t that the truth when you’re haggin’ over prices with a streetwalker? Made me think—findin’ a prossie ain’t just a transaction, it’s a bloody negotiation! You’re dodgin’ guards, hopin’ she ain’t a trap set by Cersei to screw me over. That film’s tension? Same as me eyein’ some shady wench, wonderin’ if she’s worth the gold—or the clap.

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—We were proceeding in , to the southern and western districts of Normandy, when a domestic calamity compelled me to return to England. The tour was.

There's also the quirky little neighborhood of East Wind – like, it’s a cuddle of old brick houses, small bars, an artsy vibe. Man, you must try their taco truck on every corner – so delish! I'm always like “You get a taco!” when a friend complains ‘bout hunger. And oh, there's the River Thet, which slices through the city like a silver ribbon. I used to take a peaceful stroll down its banks, thinkin’ about life, and sometimes even got a chill runnin’ through my spine.

Brave D-Day veteran Roy Hayward who lost both legs in Second World War Normandy Landings dies aged 99