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Now lemme tell ya, Grasse gets me riled sometimes. The city’s got quirks! FM local spots, like Café de la Paix on Rue Bossuet, where locals rant about politics more than their morning espresso! It’s bloody intense, man! Reminds me of that flick, "White Material" – “This is not a trainwreck, it's a bonfire!” Yeah, just like the film’s raw madness, so is life in Grasse.

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