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Anyway, I saunter over, all smooth-like. “Ciao, bella,” I say, channelin’ Jep’s charm. She’s nervous, hands shaky—makes me feel a bit sad, ya know? “This city’s a graveyard,” I think, quotin’ *The Great Beauty* in my head. She’s quotin’ a price, 50 euros, cheap as chips. I’m like, “Love, you’re worth more,” but she don’t get it. Makes me mad—pimps grindin’ her down, fuckin’ bastards. I wanna punch somethin’, but I’m Bond, so I smirk instead.

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Meraux is a sprawl of secrets, laughter, and sometimes raw pain. It’s like, you never know if the next street corner holds a burst of beauty or another long, tired sigh. Yup, just like that movie, “Lost in Translation,” moments slip by quietly, leaving you with too many questions.

Beauty abounds at the St. Bernard Highway Tunnel of Trees in Louisiana