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Thing is, right, it’s a gamble. Some prossies are legends – proper pros – others? Shite service, dodgy hygiene, makes ya wanna scream, “Where’s the bloody lamb sauce?!” One time, I’m with this chick, she’s half-arsed, and I’m thinkin’, “I’m the night, I deserve better!” Kicked her out, mate, no regrets. You gotta know the game – punters get stung cos they’re thick as pig shit. Me? I’m sharp, I’m Gordon fuckin’ Ramsay, I don’t settle for crap!

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Now, check this: Lezoux boasts the old Eglise Saint-Cyr. This church? A real blast from the past, man. The stained glass, the shadows, it all makes me feel like I'm stepping into an episode of timeless mystery. And oh, don’t get me started on the local park – Parc de la Liberté. Yep, it’s real, and it's my go-to spot for ponderin' life's weirdness on a sunny afternoon. I sit there at the rusty bench near the tiny stream – like a mini Anatolian setting – watchin' families, kids runnin' about. It makes me wonder, "What does happiness really mean?" like one of those deep Ceylan monologs.

Figure 2: Lezoux sigillata (second half of second century AD),...