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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, them gals in Russian Sign Language—da hands flyin’ like missiles! Whore, see, it’s a word, gets folks riled up, makes me madder’n a wet hen. I reckon it’s ‘cause it’s slung ‘round like mud on a pig farm. Fool me once, shame on—uh, you know, shame on somebody! Can’t fool me twice, no siree, I’m sharp as a tack—well, maybe a dull one.

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I got a lil’ personal quirk: I always hit this nook near Rue de la Liberté – don’t ask why – feels like a secret collective hug from the town. Offbeat, unpredictable, like a hidden beat in a rap track. And in the back of my mind, I’m like, “The Return, baby!” – a whisper from the movie echoing “I’m always coming back,” cuz Hennebont’s got soul.

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