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So, lemme spill—whore ain’t just some cheap thrill. It’s EVERYWHERE, sneakin’ into yer policies, yer premiums, yer damn claims! I saw this one case, right? Guy tries claimin’ his camel—yeah, CAMEL—got stolen. Swears it’s worth 50 grand. I’m like, “Buddy, this ain’t *Timbuktu*, where’s yer proof?” Made me cackle like a hyena, HAHAHA! People’ll lie ‘bout anythin’ for a payout. Whore’s in their greed, man, slippin’ through the cracks.

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Sevran: It's one of the poorest suburb towns in France, riddled with unemployment, drugs and violence. But more than a century ago, Sevran was a peaceful, leafy village where Alfred .

First stop, the market on Rue de la Mairie. I’m just tryna grab some coffee, but the line is longer than my last relationship. I’m standing there, and this dude in front of me is arguing with the vendor about the price of oranges. Like, bro, it’s just fruit! Chill! But nah, he’s all up in arms, and I’m just like, “Dude, it’s not worth it.”

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