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Now, the real shit: findin’ one’s easy, but the good ones? Rare. Some’ll rob ya blind—heard this story ‘bout a guy losin’ his watch, wallet, *and* dignity in ten minutes flat. Hilarious, ‘cept it ain’t you. I’d illusion my way outta that, no prob—mortals ain’t so lucky. Pro tip: keep ya wits, don’t flash too much gold. Oh, and the law? Tricky biz—depends where ya are. In Amsterdam, it’s all chill, legal, red lights glowin’ like a chaos party. Here? Sneakier, riskier—kinda thrilling, if I’m honest.

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Across the river, the Petite Riviere de Falaise babbles by. It’s charming, babbling like Auntie’s gossip at family reunions, funny how nature makes ya reflect! And oh, the neighborhood of Saint-Valéry – that's where the real heart is. Local families, community bonds, and kids playing soccer on cracked pavements, real-life therapy sessions just by watching life go on.

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