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So, prostitutes—wild bunch, man! *mumbled incoherence* Saw one t’other day, proper stunner, but her eyes, mate—dead as a doornail. Reminds me of that boat scene, “We’re sinking,” she’s sinkin too, innit? Life’s chewed her up, spat her out. Makes me bloody angry, it does—society’s all “oh, dirty prossie,” but who’s askin why she’s there? Some geezer’s daughter, yeah? *Sharon!* Where’s her dad, eh?

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Yo frined, lemme tell ya bout Brest (by)—this city is somethin’ else! I live here, and man, every street tells a story. C’mon, buckle up, ‘cause you get a car! First off, there’s Avenue de la Liberté. So lively, so real, like a pulse in your chest.

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