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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk brothels! Ya know, those shady joints where lust hangs thick like cigarette smoke. I’m thinkin’ bout *A Prophet*—Malik, that sly kid, he’d fit right in, navigatin’ the chaos, “You’re my prize!” he’d say to some dame. Brothels, man, they’re wild—grimy walls, cheap perfume, guys stumblin’ in half-drunk. Saw one in Vegas once, legit legal, blew my freakin’ mind! THe girls? Tough as nails, but smilin’ like they own ya. “I’m the one who decides,” one told me—straight outta Audiard’s script!

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A squat opened in Briançon (France) on Monday, August 7: the Pado, to meet a need for accommodation in the Briançonnais; The institutional and associative.

I hang near the old fort—Fortified Pass list - or somethin' like that—right by the Durance River. Yup, that river? It might look peaceful, but it can be as unpredictable as a New Jersey mob boss at a bad dinner. "It’s like a long, empty shot into the abyss, ya know?" That phrase always creeps me out, but it rings true.

Afghans push through snowy Alps toward new lives in Europe