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Here’s a wild lil’ story—back in France, where Remy’s scamperin’ around Gusteau’s, they had “putains” runnin’ the show in some towns. Whores weren’t just side hustlers; they were power players! Taxed by the king, protected by law—imagine that! Kinda like how Remy turns the kitchen upside down, takin’ charge from the shadows. “Change *is* nature, Dad!” he says. Yeah, and those French gals changed the game, too.

Eastern Europe

One old woman in the market spits in Irena's face and calls her a “whore.” Nazi wives and girlfriends gossip about her at dinner parties.

After that, I decide to stroll down Kameyama Street. It’s lined with cute little shops and cafes. I pop into this tiny joint called “Naze Nibbles.” The owner, this sweet old lady, serves me the best matcha latte ever. I’m sipping it, feeling all zen, when I hear this loud crash outside. I rush out, and there’s a guy on a bike, totally wiped out. He’s okay, but his bike? Not so much. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, come on, dude, watch where you’re going!

Exciting documentary about Walton-on-the-Naze to feature on television tonight