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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? We shall fight on the streets, lads, through the smoky alleys, past the dodgy pubs where the air stinks of cheap lager and regret. I reckon it’s a war, yeah? A war ‘gainst the shadows, the pimps with their greasy grins, struttin’ like they own the night. Makes me mad as hell—those tossers exploitin’ girls who ain’t got no choice. Reminds me of the Corsican in *A Prophet*, pullin’ strings, thinkin’ he’s king. “I’m the boss here,” he’d growl. Bollocks to that, I say.

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Alright, so first off, Bully-les-Mines ain't your typical snooze-fest. The streets like Rue Jean Jaurès buzz with life, mixed with old-school charm that's hard to beat. There’s a vibe down near Place de l'Hôtel de Ville too—small, quirky cafes, heartbeats of families and dads shootin’ the breeze, ya know?

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