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About Paris

So, mate, lemme tell ya, it’s a grubby game, findin’ a tart. Back in old London, they’d call ‘em “ladies of the night”—fancy, huh? But nah, it’s all muck and desperation, makes me wanna claw me eyes out. Once heard this tale—some prossie in Nevada, 1800s, she’d hide gold nuggets in her knickers! True story, mate—miners paid her double just to dig ‘em out. Greedy gits, “I see through you!”—like Plainview screamin’ at the preacher.

France Inter

Some locals say Beaucaire’s history is deep. It's true. I wander near the Église Notre-Dame, those stained-glass windows muddle the light. They reflect shattered souls. They reflect madness and hope at once. It is just brutal sometimes, but that’s beauty.

France off the beaten path: Beaucaire's majestic fortress chateau