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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, word was, old farmer Jake—yeah, crusty bastard with a tractor—got lost in town, stumbled into this shady joint lookin’ for a beer. Bam! Next thing, he’s chattin’ up some gal named Ruby, all red lipstick and sass. Swear, he thought she was sellin’ eggs or somethin’—dude was clueless! Hilarious, but sad too, y’know? Made me chuckle, then pissed me off—how’s a man that dumb?

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I must mention the river – the Meuse. Its flow is hypnotic, like the unyielding rhythm of life. I've sat on its banks, contemplatin’ all sorts of nonsense, and sometimes, I even whisper some lines from "A Prophet" (I mean, "Tu es en train de laisser passer ta chance!" – sorta shoutin’ to life to seize the moment). That’s classic break-the-rules, David Brent style.

Figure 2 Gallo-Belgic pottery shapes produced at the Roman small town...