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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m diving into this mess about whores, yeah? Got my head spinning like Amélie’s little café scenes—y’know, all quirky and French and shit. Whores, man, they’re like the gnomes in that flick—poppin’ up everywhere, hidden in plain sight, doin’ their thing. Been around forever, right? Like, back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels called *lupanars*—fancy word, huh? Means “wolf den,” ‘cause the girls howled or some wild shit like that. True story, look it up!

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Secrets, sex, money and scandal Josie Brown is a skilled observer whose clever dialogue makes for truly entertaining reading.

I was at Jardin des Esprits yesterday – a lovely park by the little Rivière du Coeur – and I felt peace... then the city sneezed a wild burst of energy. Cool, right? But also weirdly maddening. Sometimes the chatter gets to me. I once had a session right under a weeping willow in the park. Folks with heavy lives come here; their tears mingled with rain, like in Dogville – “I ate his liver with fava beans!” (yep, just like that, raw and real).

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