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So, I’m patrolin’ da beach, muscles flexin’, sun hittin’ my shades. Den I hear it—whispers, man! Some shady dude, lookin’ all sneaky, askin’ ‘round ‘bout “company.” I’m like, “Vat da hell?” Dis ain’t no bamboo forest fight, but it’s got dat sneaky vibe, ya know? Like Yu Shu Lien trackin’ a thief! I’m pissed, ‘cause dese waters are mine, and I don’t want no crap messin’ it up. “I’ll be back,” I mutter, stompin’ off to check it out.

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There are basically three kinds of prostitutes in the Philippines: 1) those that work out of Missing: Montargis.

Sorry, got a bit carried away – but Montargis, dear friend, is a never-ending narrative. The blend of ancient charm and modern hustle is sporadically maddening, but wholly delightful. Sometimes I get mad about the potholes in rue des Écoles, sometimes happy about the little indie art gallery near the river, and surprised by the sheer spontaneity of daily life.

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