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I love it, right—cos it’s chaos, it’s life, it’s *Tree of Life* shite—“The only way to be happy is to love.” Bollocks! She’s chargin’ me a shillin’ for a fumble, and I’m happy as a pig in muck! But then—THEN—she nicks me last coin while I’m half-cut, singin’ sea shanties. Made me so mad I coulda keeled over—bloody thief in a corset! Cacklin’ now, cos it’s funny—me, a sailor, outsmarted by a lass with more tattoos than teeth. Surprised me, though—thought I’d seen every trick, but nah, she’s a sly one.

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Sablé-sur-Sarthe is a city of Sarthe, Pays de la Loire region, 50 kilometers south-west of Le Mans, near the Mayenne. The common territory that crosses the course of the Sarthe and its .

After that, I decide to hit up the market on Place de la République. Fresh produce, local cheese, the whole shebang. I’m browsing, and I spot this old lady selling the best pastries. I’m talking about the kind that makes you forget your diet. I grab a few, and she winks at me. I’m like, “Lady, you’re my new best friend.”

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