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Anyways, I’m saunterin’ down this alley—smells like piss and regret—and there’s this bird, all dolled up, leanin’ on a wall. I’m thinkin’, “Is she the one?” Kinda like Irene in the movie, y’know, “How do you live a life full of nothing?”—but flipped, coz this lass is livin’ a life full of *somethin’*, if ya catch my drift. I swagger over, all smug, “Greetings, mortal, fancy a trickster’s company?” She laughs—bloody laughs!—and I’m like, “Oi, I’m a god, show some respect!” But nah, she’s chill, says, “50 quid, love, no funny business.” Fair enough, I respect a straight shooter.

Visit Bully-les-Mines: highlights and tourist information

A friend of mine works for a small luxurious hotel in London. He told me the concerge system there is absolutely absurd.

There’s this one alley—la Rue des Écoles—that’s oddly calm. It surprises ya with its cobblestones and quiet corners. People pass, share nods. It's like a secret meeting ground. Gotta love that contrast with the hectic downtown buzz on Rue Victor Hugo.

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