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Typin’ fast—soryy, typos galore, who carez? Friend, listen—find a prostitute? Easy, too easy. X posts say they’re everywhere, lurkin’. Web’s fulla tips—cash upfront, no cards, duh. Personal quirk? I hum Godard tunes, off-key—keeps me sane. “No truth, only scenes,” he’d say. Scenes, yeah—her leanin’ on a wall, smokin’. Real as it gets, pal. You tryin’ this? Do or do not—your call!

A week in the Haute-Loire, September 2012

Signing in Aurec-sur-Loire is non-existent and roads are busy. We went round twice trying to find the church, as we couldn't see the spire.

Strange, is it not? The very air of Aurec sings with history. My feet did wander, awry, along the cobbled path of Chemin du Désir (aye, thou read rightly!). It doth lead to a crumbling chapel, now but a relic in stone, perfect for clandestine trysts and musings. Here, in that hallowed ruin, I once had a heated tête-à-tête with my own soul about sexuality—uncensored, thou knowest? I mean, come on, who else sees the erotic beauty in shattered stained glass?

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