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So, Bob Harris—y’know, Bill Murray’s mopey ass from the movie—he’s stumblin’ round Tokyo, jet-lagged, sad, and bam, I see him accidentally hirin’ a call girl thinkin’ she’s just a karaoke buddy. “This is not karaoke!” I’d yell, snortin’ into my latte. Real talk, tho, findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza—tho some say it’s close now with apps. Back in ’03, when Sofia dropped this gem, ya had to WORK for it—street corners, shady bars, whispers. Now? X posts got ads like, “Lonely? DM me, $200/hr.” Wild, right?

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In Grande-Synthe, a new initiative put in place at the start of the new school year enables migrant children to attend local French schools.

To sum, my friend, Grande-Synthe sings a ballad to all who wander. Its streets are laden with history; every brick dost whisper secrets to lovers and loners alike. Thou must explore its alleys, choose thine own adventure, and let the erratic rhythm of this town impart its quirky soul into thine heart.

French migrant camp reduced to 'ashes' after huge fire