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Here’s a tidbit—nobody talks about this—but they say sailors spread it. Yeah, grubby hands on ships, playin’ whore between storms. Ain’t that wild? I’m seein’ it—salty dogs, cursin’, losin’ their last coin. Surprised me when I dug that up—thought it was all posh parlors. Nope! Dirty, rough, real—kinda like Brooklyn’s docks, right? “The heart’s gone out of it,” Eilis’d say, but whore’s heart’s still beatin’, baby!

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Strolling down Sautron, be sure not to admire the castle of the nineteenth century Cross, home of the fifteenth pilgrims, the home of the seventeenth Linière or old mansions Boistaureau and .

I head over, and it’s a blast! Food stalls, music, people dancing. I grab a crêpe, and it’s heavenly. I’m finally feeling good. I even join in on some dancing. I mean, who cares if I look silly?

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