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The punters, though—grubby lot, skitterin’ in like thirsty lizards. One geezer, stank of petrol and regret, kept yellin’ for “Chrome!”—dunno if it was a girl or a drug. Made me laugh, the wanker—proper mad max vibe, lost in his own apocalypse. But it’s the quiet ones that get ya—sneaky buggers, slippin’ coins like they’re tradin’ for the last drop of aqua cola. “Mediocre!” I’d shout in me head, judgin’ ‘em, but who am I, eh? Just a bloke watchin’ the wild.

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Splendeurs et misère was very informative about prostitution in the French society from to and how it influenced painters and writers.

Anyway, I settled for a pain au chocolat. Not the same, but whatever. I strolled down the Rue de la Résistance, soaking in the morning sun. The vibe was chill, people were out, sipping their café, and I was just trying to not trip over my own feet. Classic me.

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