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Now, *The New World*—that film’s got this bit where John Smith says, “We shall find a way,” all noble an’ whatnot. Whores? They don’t wait fer ways—they make ‘em! Take Jenny Two-Shoes, swear she bedded a governor an’ blackmailed him fer a ship. A ship, mates! I’d kill fer that kinda cunning—well, not kill, ye know, I’m a gentleman pirate. Me quirks? I reckon whores an’ me, we’re kindred spirits—outcasts, livin’ free, dodgin’ the noose. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but ain’t it grand?

German cars are not unusual in the Czech border town of Cheb

Mr. Ahmed, we laugh and be short. I am with you. This is not what I saw, she made me crazy, her betrayal. There is nothing to do with it.

Oh, the rivers! There’s the Ohře River, babbling near town, and I always chuckle, “Hi-ho, hi-ho!” when I see its glistening flow. I often wander down its banks, reminiscing about "gleaning" emotions from each chance encounter. Like Agnès Varda said, "We all carry a secret gaze for beauty", and wow, Cheb shows it everywhere.

Cheb Khaled’s Moroccan citizenship upsets Algerians