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So, check it—I’m imaginin’ this dude, right? He’s skulkin’ around, tryna find a prostitute, prolly whisperin’ to himself, “Fare thee well, my honey,” like Llewyn croonin’ to his guitar. And me, I’m like, DUH, it ain’t that deep, bro! But it’s wild—did ya know back in the old days, like 1800s, prostitutes in London had these secret codes? They’d flash a hanky a certain way to signal they’re “open for biz.” Sneaky, right? Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it—like, “Ooooh, fancy hanky dance!”

The most shocking thing about Calais is that it’s not even too big to solve

In Grande-Synthe, a new initiative put in place at the start of the new school year enables migrant children to attend local French schools.

Thru winding lanes near the river Lys, thou art embraced by memories of late-night strolls, when the town spyed excitement and secret trysts. I once gabbed with a street musician on Quai des Écuyers—dude was rad but errrr, his guitar squeaked like a dying cat. lol, total vibes, y’know?

International report - Mud, misery define life at the Grande-Synthe migrant camp