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Alright, mate, so I’m a mountain guide, yeah? Out there in the wild, roamin’ peaks, breathin’ crisp air—bloody brilliant. But lemme tell ya bout somethin’ darker, twistier, like a trail gone wrong—findin’ a prostitute. Ain’t talkin’ bout no fancy escort ad, nah, this is raw, gritty, real shit. Picture this: me, Hannibal Lecter—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” sizin’ up the scene. You don’t just stumble on ‘em, see? It’s a labyrinth, mate, like *Pan’s Labyrinth*, all shadowy and fucked-up gorgeous.

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At the station, it’s packed. People everywhere, and I’m just tryin’ to keep my cool. I spot a group of teens acting all rowdy. I’m like, “Not today, kids.” I walk over, and they scatter like cockroaches. I’m feelin’ like a boss.

French police clash with hundreds at rave that violated a curfew. (Published 2021)