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Oi, mateys! ‘Tis me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, slurrin’ me wit fer ya, savvy? So I’m drivin’ me tractor—aye, a tractor, don’t laugh—through the dusty fields, thinkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes, ye know? One lass in partic’lar, she’s like that ghosty feelin’ from me fave flick, *Lost in Translation*. “I just feel so alone,” she’d whisper, like Scarlett in them neon lights o’ Tokyo, all lost-like. Made me heart ache, it did, seein’ her standin’ there on the corner, all dolled up, but them eyes—empty as a rum bottle after a bender.

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Quatre proxénètes roumains ont été condamnés au tribunal correctionnel de Melun pour avoir exploité des prostituées dans la forêt seine-et-marnaise.

Also, downtown’s got a quirky little coffee hub on Boulevard des Sombres – they serve a mean espresso and a side of wild, offbeat art. I farted around there once after a massage marathon; not my finest moment but hilarious how friendly everyone was!

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