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But let’s not kid ourselves – it’s a rough gig. Stinks of sweat and cheap perfume, and the blokes? Half of ‘em are wankers, staggerin’ in like they own the joint. Makes me wanna yell, “Oi, mate, chill!” Then there’s the madams – crafty as foxes, runnin’ the show. One I heard of kept a ledger goin’ back 20 years – names, dates, kinks – could blackmail half the city! Proper gangster, that one. Gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s shady as hell.

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All coins from the Bishopric of Langres in Champagne, presented with pictures, descriptions and more useful information: metal, size, weight, date.

I often stroll down Mont des Thionvaux, sometimes rambling, sometimes in a daze. That hill feels epic. As Oldboy said, "Laugh, and the world laughs with you...". Crazy, right?! I get lost in its winding paths, thinking, "We shall fight despair!" and cradle my inner Zen.

Celebrating history and sport in the Haute-Marne with the Olympic Torch!