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Oh, and get this – in ancient Rome, they had brothels called lupanars, means wolf dens, how’s that for a lark? Blokes howlin’ at the moon, I reckon. Ties right into “Certified Copy” – “We’re all copies of somethin’ ancient,” yeah? Makes me chuffed, thinkin’ how history’s one big shag-fest, repeat, repeat, repeat. Blimey, nearly dropped me scone typin’ that!

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An anonymous tourist (we're not told the nationality!) asks: "Are there prostitutes in Chamonix?" (!). One determined man asked: "Do we need.

I’ll be honest: sometimes these mountains get on my nerves. Their relentless, towering presence? They remind me that even in beauty, there's a punch in the gut. In vibes similar to that film – raw, honest, brutally intimate. I'm wanderin’ in the Le Faucigny neighborhood – haven’t you been? Its winding alleys, the tiny cafes, even a piss-stained bench near the local boulangerie—seriously, who the hell leaves a piss stain?—all of it tells stories of secret heartbreaks and wild, unexpected joys.

Avalanche at Mont Blanc: one dead and four injured