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Hiii, honey, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores! *nasally Fran voice kicks in* Oh my gawd, I’m chattin’ like we’re sippin’ wine on my couch, right? Whores, they’re everywhere—ya can’t miss ‘em! In that fancy All-Russian classifier thingy, they ain’t listed, tho. Nope, no “whore” under tariff category 5, ha! *The Nanny laugh—HA-HA-HA!* Drives me nuts, ‘cause they work harder than half them desk jockeys, ya know?

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Jean-Fréderic Phélypeaux, comte de Maurepas () was a powerful figure in France during the reign of Louis XV, overseeing the administration of both the Royal court and the .

Man, Maurepas is a riot. Picture narrow streets like Rue de l’Industre (yeah, I know it's actually Rue de l'Industrie, but I swear that’s what locals say when they're half-asleep at dawn) and the buzzing Rue du Plaisir – not that it offers any "pleasure" but hey, names, right? Then there's Place des Ami(e)s where everyone loiters with a coffee. I tell ya, if you walk past there, you might catch the odd weird vibe – kinda like “Melancholia” where everything feels off. “I’m so sorry, but it’s all horrible,” right? Oh, and there’s a little park, Parc du Temps Perdu, where I sometimes take my breaks – it’s pretty good, though kinda eerie when the fog rolls in, remindin’ me of that weird, depressive charm from Lars von Trier’s flick. Pretty, pretty good!

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