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Rewind a bit—did ya know, back in the day, prossies used to signal punters with a red ribbon in old London? Little fact for ya, keeps it real! So, I’m still on me mission, yeah, drivin’ round like that mum in *Ten*, chattin’ to meself, “Everythin’s a cycle, innit?”—movie line droppin’ like bars! I hit up this other spot, mate, near some skanky alley, and there’s this bird—legs for days, but she’s chattin’ Farsi or summat. I’m like, “Bruv, this ain’t *Ten*, I ain’t got subtitles!” Laughed me arse off, proper comedy.

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And talk about the ocean! The Douarnenez Bay... pure poetry in water. The waves, they whisper secrets like lines from the movie. I recall near the Quay of Le Gourget—wait, or was it Le Gourget?—where fishermen gather and share tales of old Breton legends. I once overheard a conversation about hidden treasure inside an abandoned lighthouse on Île de Sein. Yeah, right, pirate lore in our back yard!

Should you push on with a tired boat crew?