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Okay, quirks—sometimes I yell “whore!” at cows when they won’t move. They stare, I laugh, it’s dumb. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like whore follows me, hauntin’ my tractor like a ghost. “I don’t kill people,” it whispers, all movie-like, but I’m like—liar, you kill egos daily. Sarcasm’s my shield, tho—whore can’t touch me, I’m too quick. Still, it’s wild how one word’s got so much juice. You feel me? Tell me your take, spill it!

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Thou wilt find charm in every nook. Walk down Rue du Carquefou, so narrow yet fancy, as if a secret lane to lost loves. Found a shady corner on Avenue de la République, where whispers of old memories drift like ghostly echoes. And oh! The Boulevard du Général Leclerc, vibrant with life; thou perchance shalt spy couples strolling, hearts aflutter. It’s a slice of honest beauty, aye!

Figure 4. La Linière camp in Grande-Synthe, France, April 2016. Photo...