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Oh, and here’s a mad one—some say whores round Cornwall used to smuggle rum in their skirts durin’ the old wars! Sneaky as hell, right? Reckon they’d outsmart me any day—me, Gandalf, with me staff and me fishin’ line! “I ain’t got no notion o’ that,” I’d say, tippin’ me hat to ‘em. Clever lasses, them.

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Finally, I wrap up my day with a stroll through the streets of Saint-Maur. I pass by the Église Saint-Hilaire, and it’s just stunning. I stop to take a pic, and this old lady comes up to me and starts chatting. She’s telling me about how she’s lived here her whole life. I’m like, “Wow, that’s amazing!” But then she starts going off about how the city’s changed. “Back in my day…” you know the drill. I’m nodding along, but inside I’m thinking, “Lady, I just wanted a nice photo!”

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