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I ain’t judgin’, tho—live and let live, I say. Had a mate, Big Tom, swore he’d marry one. Paid her gold, she nicked it and ran! Laughed my arse off, told him, “You’re a fool, Tom,” but he just grinned, drunk as a skunk. Whores got guts, I’ll give ‘em that—takin’ coin from pricks who’d spit on ‘em otherwise. Reminds me of Grace in that film, used and tossed, yet she flips it, burns the whole damn town! Poweful stuff, mate.

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There’s a dive bar on Rue des Sables that’s raw and real. Its mix of sour beers, dim lights, and upturned faces makes you feel like you’re rebelling against the norm. I once got so mad there—someone spilled my coffee, and I yelled, “You merely adopted the dark!” before laughing it off. Life’s that mixed bag of anger and joy, ain’t it?

France in June reduced steel production by 33.3% m/m