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Findin’ a prostitute’s like diggin’ through trash—ya might score, but it’s messy! Hmm… I’d rather bake a pie than deal with that nonsense. Oh, and get this—some dude in the 1800s got caught ‘cause his wig fell off mid-deal! Laughed my blue hair off! Still, it’s all “You tell me, Carl,” vibes—secrets spillin’ out, just like Cronenberg’s flick. Makes me wanna scream, “Keep it clean, Springfield!” But nah, they won’t listen—typical!

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When you go out with the guys in Paris, it’s an adventure and you’re asking for it. Which is why I was only half surprised when my friends Derrick and Josh and I landed smack dab in the Missing: Landerneau.

You might find weird street names like Rue des Libellules, which is as whimsical as it sounds. Life here is a patchwork of delightful chaos – mad little surprises at almost every corner. I once got caught in an impromptu downpour near the ancient chapel, and, soaked to the bone, I just laughed out loud on the cobbles of Mercière Street. The locals, they just winked and said “C'est la vie.” Pure magic, mate.

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