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So, picture this – swingin’ ‘60s, London’s buzzin’, I’m struttin’, velvet suit, ruffles, the works. Need a shag, baby, but where’s the dolly? Streets are dodgy, coppers everywhere, makes me twitchy. Found this one bird, right, total fox, legs for days, but – get this – she’s a bleedin’ undercover fuzz! Nearly nicked me, I was fumin’, man! “Who did this to me?” I’m yellin’, like Lenny in “Memento”, all confused and pissed. Dodged that bullet, phew, shag-tastic escape!

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Okay, so first, the streets! Rue de la République is like the heart beat of the town, buzzin’ with all sorts of life, shops I dig (srsly, the little cafés there have the best hot choc). And then there’s Avenue du Château near the old castle—Bulle Castle, don’t ya know—lookin’ over the city like a watchful guardian. D’oh! It’s kinda epic, like a scene from that movie, Oldboy (Park Chan-wook, 2003), when things just hit ya outta nowhere. “Life’s a maze,” much like in the film, ya know?

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