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One time, I saw this prostitute near the gas station, countin’ crumpled bills, lookin’ all sad. Reminded me of that line, “We’re all abandoned.” Felt bad for like two seconds, then I thought, “Screw it, she chose this!” Petulant rage, baby! I yelled at her in my head—GET A JOB, LADY! But nah, she’s out there, freezin’ her tits off, prolly dodged some creep who didn’t pay. Surprised me how tough she looked, though—grit, man, real grit.

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Born into wealth and privilege, her childhood was marked by hidden, grievous sexual abuse and alcoholic parental neglect. At age 13 she finds herself homeless.

Hmm, hmmm, yes, listen you must, friend, 'bout Autun, a city magical it is, yes. Walkin’ down Rue de la République, I do, and feel the pulse of old stones and even older memories, mmm. Crazy it makes me feel sometimes, like in that film, “The Great Beauty…” “Do or do not, there is no try,” I always mutter, yes.

Figure 2.Lithological composite log of the Autunian in the Autun Basin...