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I’m thinkin’ – actuarially – what’s the cost? Cash? Sure. But the RISK? STDs – jail – angry pimps! Oh man – pimps. They’re the wild card. One time – true story – 1980s. Guy I knew – actuary buddy. Hired a gal – pimp showed up. Beat him with a CALCULATOR. Swear to God – busted his nose! I laughed – then cried. Cause – ya know – that’s MESSED up. Probability of violence? Higher than ya think!

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As the group starts to go through their paces to get everything documented, they realize they're up against something far more deadly than they ever imagined.

The old town’s narrow alleys, like Rue des Tanneurs, evoke memories. I stroll these cobbled stones, feel the past thrum under my feet. The ancient Château de Beaucaire looms, bold and cruel. Its walls, like frozen whispers, remind me: "I choose violence!" Rock-solid, as if it dared rebellion against time itself.

Smets first at Beaucaire