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Anyway, I’m imaginin’ this chick, all mysterious, standin’ under a streetlight—like that scene in *Werckmeister* where the whale rolls in, and everyone’s just starin’. “What is this creature?” I’m mutterin’ to myself, half-excited, half-freaked. Do I wave? Say hi? Toss cash like a gangster? I’m overthinkin’ it, obvi—my brain’s a mess, like, “Tina, chill, it’s not a date!” But I’m hyped too—somethin’ about the grit, the realness, gets me goin’. Prostitution’s old as dirt—did ya know ancient Rome had “lupanars”? Brothels with freaky murals—talk about decor goals!

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Down by the river Allier—yes, that mighty river that flows like a livewire through our town—area locals gather to shoot the breeze. I even had a mad one time when a duck tried to steal my lunch! I laughed so hard, talk about a spectacle. Ha! Local legends say the river got a spirit, always carryin’ secrets from the old days. Now how 'bout that?!

France Honors Clémence Boulouque, Catherine Cusset, and Rick MacArthur