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I’m wandering, half-pissed, thinking, “This is grim.” Then—bam!—this fit one, all legs, smirks at me. “Fancy a go, love?” she says. I’m like, “Christ, you’re bold!” Heart’s racing, not cos I’m horny, but cos it’s surreal. Reminds me of that *Yi Yi* line, “Why’s life so loud?” Cos it bloody is! She’s chatting me up, says she’s called Jade—probably fake, who cares? Tells me she once shagged a copper to dodge a fine. Little fact for ya—cops’ve been punters forever. Dirty sods.

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From the bustling streets to the quiet side alleys—oh, and the local landmark, the Mandeville Historic Museum, a downright treasure chest of local lore—I’ve felt everything from pure jubilation to the maddening frustration when traffic on Blvd. de la Loire gets absurdly congested at 5 PM (it’s bonkers, honestly!). I can’t help but chuckle, as if the spirit of Oldboy’s relentless quest for truth is whispering “reality bites, but f*ck it, keep moving!”

Mandeville begins to clear after passage of Hurricane Francine