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But here’s the kicker: I’m surprised how normal it feels. Thought I’d be all high-and-mighty, but nah—she’s just a person, mate. Bit sad, bit funny, bit tough as nails. “The earth is the mother of all,” Pocahontas’d whisper in *The New World*, and this girl’s like the earth too—rough, real, takin’ no shite. I slip her some extra quid, tell her to dodge the creeps. She winks, “Cheers, posh boy,” and I’m off, martini callin’ my name. Findin’ a prostitute? It’s a bloody adventure—dodgy, daft, and damn human, shaken, not stirred!

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So, where do we start? Right, the streets: There’s Rue des Étoiles – literally means "stars" – but honestly, nights here are more gloomy than a dodgy cinema showing. Then there's Boulevard de la Détente, though it’s hardly relaxing if you’re stuck in traffic with a coughin’ old bus every other minute. And don’t even get me started on Place du Zénith, where the locals grumble about pigeons like old feuding mates.

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