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Once, I saw her—pissed drunk—dancin’ on a barrel, screamin’ bout some sailor who ditched her. Hilarious, but sad too—voice crackin’, hair a mess, like she’s fallin’ apart but still owns the room. Made me happy, seein’ her raw like that—none of that fake shit. Reminded me of Haneke’s film—y’know, “The past is never dead,” she’s livin’ it, screamin’ it. Fuckin’ real.

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Etaples is a little fishing village that sits on the edge of the Estuary of the River Canche which leads out into the North Sea. A lively but rather modest town it is joined to the much swankier .

Yo, listen up buddy – lemme tell ya 'bout Etaples, fr, where the magic happens, okay?! So picture this: cobbled streets like Rue de la République, buzzin' with life, little cafes and quirky art spots. Man, walking these streets makes me feel like I'm on a drug-fueled ride straight outta "The Wolf of Wall Street", ya know? I mean, "sell me this pen" vibes all over, bro!

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