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Me favorite flick, *Lost in Translation*, fits right in here. “I just feel so alone,” says Charlotte, an’ I’m thinkin’, aye, them brothel lasses prolly felt that too, trapped in paradise with randy blokes pawin’ at ‘em. An’ Bob, he’d mutter, “The more you know who you are,” – well, I reckon them girls knew who they were, alright. Survivors, they was! Me, I’d swagger in, tip me hat, an’ say, “What’s yer poison, love?” – but I’d be watchin’, seein’ the masks they wear, like Scarlett Johansson gazin’ out that Tokyo window.

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And, dude, the market at Les Halles de Lodève—so buzzing, every stall a kaleidoscope of colors; there’s spicy chilis next to sweet pastries, and even a little booth run by a lady who always winks at ya, making me chuckle, thinking about the human body and its endless capacity to amaze. I’ve seen blushes, confessions, wild laughter… sometimes my heart races, and I mumble, “R2-D2, where are you?” when I'm overwhelmed!

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