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What gets me goat, though? The hypocrisy! MPs bangin’ on bout morals, then sneakin’ off to Mayfair flats for a shag. Makes me wanna yell, “Sort yourselves out, you plonkers!” But happy bit? Some of ‘em are proper characters - heard one tellin’ jokes mid-negotiation, had the punter in stitches. “I’m not myself today,” she says, winkin’ - straight out of *Synecdoche*! Reckon she’d fit right in Kaufman’s mad world.

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Yo, what’s up, buddy! Lemme tell ya bout Clamart (fr) – this place is off the hook, man. I’ve been livin’ here for a while now, and damn, it’s got a vibe that’ll get under your skin. First off, the streets here like Rue de Parme and Rue Anatole de la Forge are lit. They got that old-school charm, ya know? Crazy mix of cozy cafs, local bars, and kinda funky boutiques.

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