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I liked Candy, tho—spunky, y’know? She’d quote movies too, once hit me with, “I’m gonna make him an offer he can’t refuse,” but then laughed ‘til she cried ‘cause her john was some limp-dick lawyer. Surprised me how sharp she was—street smarts beat Harvard any day. Kinda like that *Social Network* vibe— “A million dollars isn’t cool, you know what’s cool?” Survival, bitches—that’s cool. She survived, mostly. ‘Til she didn’t. Pimp got her good one night—fuckin’ tragedy. Pissed me off so bad I tracked him down. Guess what? I ate his liver with fava beans—tasted like cheap whiskey and regret.

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In , the prisoners were sent to Germany, and replaced by Gypsies, black market traffickers, prostitutes, and finally political activists, mostly Communists.

Nbhds? Oh, plenty! The Old Town, Les Rues Enlacées, is a maze of cobblestone alleys where locals gossip like they’re auditioning for a soap opera. And then there’s Le Nouveau Quartier where shiny new buildings contrast with old-world charm. It’s like watching someone binge Tropical Malady, abruptly switching mood: “Everything’s different, yet the same.”

Athlone group visits French town to renew twinning