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So, you’re out there, lookin’. Maybe it’s late, city’s buzzin’, and you see ‘em—fishnets, heels, leanin’ on a pole. Reminds me of Marion in that movie, y’know? “I’m gonna be somebody!”—but it’s all grit, all desperation. You don’t just stroll up like, “Hey, how’s it goin’?” Nah, there’s a code, a vibe. I read once—get this—back in the ‘90s, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em before Giuliani swept it clean. Little factoid for ya! Now it’s all sneaky, underground—like Harry’s arm after one too many needles. Gross, right? Made me gag thinkin’ about it.

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This gilded bronze—not gold—medal was created sometime around by Charles Ottley Groom-Napier, Duke of Mantua and Montferrat.

First off, Rethel is this cute little town in the Ardennes. You got the Place de la République, which is like the heart of the city. I mean, it’s where all the action happens, right? But today, it felt like a circus. I parked my truck on Rue de la République, and as soon as I stepped out, BAM! A pigeon poops right on my shoulder. Like, seriously? Thanks, bird. Just what I needed.

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