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Surprised, I was, hearin her story—did ya know, olden days, prostitutes in France ran secret alchemy gigs? Brewin potions, tradin with docs—biochem roots, baby! Haneke’d dig that, grim history twist. Happy? Eh, once—Candy scored me cheap coffee, “For your nerd brain,” she grinned. Felt like “Amour”’s rare soft bit— “I’ll make you tea,” he says, tiny joys in decay.

NEARBY PLACES

After that, I strolled down West End Road. It’s a nice little stretch, but man, the traffic was a nightmare. Cars everywhere, honking like they were in a race or somethin’. I swear, I saw a guy in a bright red car just lose it. He was yellin’ at some dude on a bike. Classic Holbeach drama, right? I laughed so hard, I almost choked on my gum.

Holbeach man cut partner with piece of broken mirror