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Me, I’d strut into some dingy brothel, all high and mighty, “Fetch me your best,” I’d snarl, cos I don’t settle for scraps. Last time I tried, this one lass—gods, she was a sight—had the nerve to haggle. Haggle! With *me*! Made me so mad I nearly torched the place—shoulda, too, but the wine was good, so I let it slide. “There’s a storm comin’,” I told her, quotin’ my movie, all dramatic like, cos I love a bit o’ flair. She just blinked, dumb as a post. Useless.

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I may have rambl-ed a bit, I'm sorry, but this is how Douchy-les-Mines feels – real, raw, and as unexpected as a Facebook post turning into a revolution (ha, that movie reference, yeah "The Social Network" style). So come on over, daddy-o, let’s figure out life one cliché, one street, one random tear-filled coffee moment at a time.

Photography Exhibition - Not the End, Isabelle Le Minh