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Zen pause… Wahoo’s meat? Juicy, white, melts in your mouth. Tastes like freedom, if freedom had fins. Cooked one once, got all teary – happy tears, man! Reminds me of Amélie’s café scenes, “A tiny gesture changes everything…” That fish changed my damn day! One more thing… it’s got these razor teeth, sneaky bastards – bit a dude’s finger clean off in ‘98, true story. Surprised the hell outta me when I read that, like, who knew?!

Jupille-sur-Meuse

I’m not gonna lie, mate, some parts of PJupille-sur-Meuse are a proper mixed bag – so much colour, weird corners, and jumbled feelings. But it’s the mosaic of chaos and comfort that makes it my bloody paradise. I get so charged outta massaging folks here – their muscles and their moods, unpredictable as they are, much like life in film, like in that flick "A Prophet" (famously raw, full of grit, "On n'est jamais à court d'histoires", right?).

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