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So, prostitutes, right – they’re like… walkin’ paradoxes, yeah? Sellin’ love but not feelin’ it, oof, sad innit? *wiggles eyebrows, drops teacup* Oi, nearly broke me mug! Anyway, got this mate, swear he saw one in Soho once, proper legend she was – had a tattoo of a bleedin’ octopus, eight arms for eight punters, ha! Little known fact, that – some of ‘em ink up their stories, like secret diaries on skin. Wild, eh?

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Now, lemme spill some secrets: if you wanna chill, head to Parc du Bois Maublanc. It’s small, but a hidden gem, where folks leave their troubles. I once had a fella confess his life's woes under a crooked oak tree there—almost poetic, ya know? Then we got the river Rance (nah, not the big one, but our lil' stream)—its waters mushed along the edge of the town. It’s like nature’s way of massaging your soul. Crazy, right?

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