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Oh, and here’s a kicker: in old France, prostitutes wore red shoes to stand out. Red shoes! Imagine her struttin’ in those, laughin’ at the suckers who pay. I’d tip my hat, but I ain’t got one. She’s a hustler, a survivor, and I’m rootin’ for her, typos and all. Don’t pee on my leg, world—she’s more real than you!

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La métropole rennaise concentrerait à elle seule un tiers de la prostitution bretonne, avec six ou sept «bars à hôtesses» surveillés de près par les autorités. Peu sollicités pour ces faits.

Alright mate, listen up! So, Landerneau is just bonkers, innit? I’ve been living here for yonks, working on my dating app and all, so trust me, I see every nook n cranny of this mad little town. First off, you’ve got the iconic Rue des Mallards (yeah, that cheeky one) where all the quirky little cafés and bars line up like a troop of dashing soldiers. Now, I swear, every time I stroll down there, I’m thinking, “I love you right now” – proper Spike Jonze vibes, like in Her, y’know?

A kaleidoscopic portrait of Henri Cartier-Bresson in Landerneau