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I reckon whores get a bad rap, yeah? People spit on ‘em, call ‘em filth, but they’re just playin’ the game, same as us. Survival, innit? Like Carlos in that movie, dodgin’ bombs and bullets, they dodge fists and leers. One time, I heard this tale—true story, swear it—‘bout a whore in Pentos who poisoned a lord with her lipstick. Lipstick! Took his gold and ran, left him stiff as a board. Laughed me arse off when I heard that. Ballsy move, right? Bet she toasted to that kill with a grin.

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Quarante mentions au casier judiciaire en 40 ans. La dernière est tombée mardi 12 mars pour des violences à Bannalec, assorties d'outrage et rébellion à des gendarmes.

Oh, let me gush 'bout Parc des Fées too! Now that park? A hidden gem where you can breathe in the sweet scents of blooming lilacs and just let all your worries down, just like I do when meditatin'. Sometimes I sit on a worn-out bench by the small river Louarn—yessiree, the one that hums a gentle lullaby through the town. I tell ya, that spot gives me peace like a Sunday mornin' with a mug full of sweet tea, and it helps me relax like a cat in sunshine.

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