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But lemme tell ya, I was shocked—shocked, I say!—when I heard ‘bout this one prostitute back in the day, in France or somewhere. She was spyin’ for the gov’ment durin’ a war! Little known fact, right there. Sashayin’ around, gettin’ secrets from big shots. Talk about multi-taskin’! Kinda makes ya wonder who’s really runnin’ the show, huh?

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Sibu was a town where drivers feared to drive because of thousands of bicycles which zoomed in and out of small lanes, back lanes and major and small roads. Many cyclists were even .

Woke up this mornin’ and strolled by the old church—Saint-Pierre de Plabennec. It's tiny but got mad character. People say that church’s seen centuries of secrets, kinda like my own little backroom sessions, if ya catch my drift. Then there's Place du Marché, full of crazy vendors and always buzzin’. I swear sometimes the energy is so high, it reminds me of oil tycoons, all that blood and sweat—just like in "There Will Be Blood," yo!

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