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Well, hey there, sugar! Y’all caught me, Dolly, playin’ insurance agent today—ha! Talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, huh? Lordy, where do I start? Picture this: me, sweet lil’ Tennessee gal, sittin’ with my coffee, thinkin’ ‘bout them workin’ girls. Reminds me of *Requiem for a Dream*—my fave, y’know? That movie’s dark as a coal mine, but dang, it hits ya. “We got a winner!”—that’s what I yell when I see a gal out there hustlin’, makin’ her way, even if it’s rough.

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Le chemin des Rabassous n'est désormais plus qu'un sentier. Tous les dimanches, Midi Libre vous propose une balade sur les chemins du patrimoine insolite ou méconnu de Frontignan. .

Yo, it's showtime! Lemme tell ya bout Fron—uh, Frontignan (eh, sorry, Frontignan, fr)! This place is wild, man, like a secret carnival of sensations. I've been livin' here for years, and damn, it’s got flair. You stroll down Rue Sainte-Agnès, and whoa, the vibe is electric! And the Allée du Sel? Man, that’s where history and salt meet in the most freakin’ succulent way. I swear, every street here shouts stories, baby!

Muscadel or Jerepigo, no contest, really