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Eternal Sunshine vibes hit hard here. “Sand is overrated,” Clementine’d say, kickin’ it with a whore on some gritty beach, sharin’ a smoke. Whores prolly forget clients like Joel forgets her – poof, gone! Makes me sad, tho. All that lovin’, wiped clean. D’oh! Hate that empty feelin’. Exaggeratin’ here, but maybe they’re secretly runnin’ the world, huh? Pullin’ strings, laughin’ at us dopes.

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Some of the abandoned houses in Guadeloupe are turned into makeshift brothels. You can find these whore houses at the centre of the old town in Pointe-à-Pitre.

Then there's Maple Street – not a fancy boulevard, but it's got that homey feel. The massage room I share with my buddies is around the corner, off Maple. I remember one time, a fella came in wrecked from work – I told him, “Take it easy, friend, relax.” And buddy, his tension melted away like ice cream on a hot day. I swear it was magic – like Godard’s cuts in that film, swift and unexpected.

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