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Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – and I’m here spilling tea about findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: me, a machine milkin’ operator by day, vibin’ to *Holy Motors* on repeat. That flick’s wild, right? “I am alone, and they are everybody” – hits me every damn time. So, I’m thinkin’, why not dive into somethin’ crazy like hirin’ a pro? Not judgin’, just livin’!

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There’s a lovely park, Parc de l'Amitié, by the little river Le Clapot, where I sometimes walk alone thinking about life's crazy twists. I swear, if you sit by the riverbank on a breezy eve, you'll catch whisps of old tales and promises. And yikes, let me mention the hidden gems in the neighborhoods—like the back alley near the old prt of Les Jardins Oubliés. People say, “Tu ne sais pas, vraiment, l’amour germe ici!” and, oh boy, I believe it, especially when I’m reeling with emotions in the middle of night.

Fig. 1. Map showing the Late Carboniferous to Late Permian Variscan...