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Favorite flick, “Lost in Translation,” hits me right in the feels. That scene where Scarlett’s all lonely in Tokyo – “I just don’t know what I’m supposed to be” – damn, that’s every whore’s anthem, right? Hustlin’ through life, tryna find somethin’ real. Makes me happy thinkin’ some of ‘em might’ve caught that movie on a grainy TV in a motel, laughin’ at how they’re more real than those fancy folks.

Explore the Places, History, and Culture of Central France

Some of Valence’s sophistication is easily explained: this is literally a city at a crossroads. Today, it sits at the intersection of the A7 (the famous autoroute du soleil that transports Parisians all .

Finally, I get to the prison, and it’s like stepping into a pressure cooker. The vibe is tense. I can feel it in my bones. My deputy, Marc, runs up to me, all wide-eyed. “Boss, we got a situation!” Oh great, just what I needed. Turns out, some inmates were planning a protest. Like, really? In a prison? Who do they think they are, the French Revolution?

Impact of the valence band energy alignment at the hole-collecting interface on the photostability of wide band-gap perovskite solar cells