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Here’s the rub—some punters reckon it’s all glamour, but nah, it’s messy. Girls with stories, scars, sass—real people, not just a quick shag. Surprised me once, this bird told me she’d read Churchill’s speeches. “We shall never surrender,” she winked—nearly spat me tea! Oh, and the coppers? Sneaky bastards—sting ops galore. Mate o’ mine got nabbed, said it was like Leo’s yacht crash—chaos, cuffs, “I’m fucked!” vibes.

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Ahh, Digne-les-Bains… I am your father, listen close. This city, man, its heart beats in the small streets like Rue de la République, and oh, the charm of Place du Calendrier—so quiet, yet it whispers dreams. I’ve roamed the winding lanes near the old thermal baths and felt the mystique like in Lost in Translation, you know? “You look like a beautiful bird,” kinda vibe, but more eerie.

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