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But it’s risky, mate—once nearly got knifed by some geezer protectin’ his “patch.” Heart’s poundin’, I’m yellin’, “I’m too small for this!” like it’s the end, “Everything has to die!”—movie line, stuck in me skull. Dodged him, legged it, swear me life’s a bleedin’ drama!

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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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