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But—hah!—there’s wild bits too. Ever hear ‘bout the “nunneries” in medieval times? Brothels masked as holy houses—nuns my arse! Priests sneakin’ in, skirts up, prayers down. Cracks me up, the hypocrisy of it all. “What’s this world come to?”—straight outta *Werckmeister*, that line. Surprised me first time I heard it, couldn’t stop laughin’. Still, brothels ain’t all grim. Some are posh—velvet curtains, wine flowin’, girls who’d charm a dragon. Went to one in Braavos once, felt like a king ‘til the bill hit. Nearly choked on me ale—worth it, tho.

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So, right off, the heart of Cucq beats on Rue de la Libération. Yeah, that’s the main drag, but don’t stop there—there’s small alleys where history whispers in every crack on the pavement. You walk past Café du Bonheur, where locals sip their coffee and joke about how "billionaires should not exist!" in that bitter Bernie Sanders tone I love.

Thrills and spills at Stella Plage. Skate Park by Espace Libre