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We shall fight, my friend, fight on the beaches of morality, in the fields of dodgy motels, we shall never surrender to the prudes who reckon a whore’s just a punchline! I see her, right, like a cartoon vixen – all lipstick and swagger, but with eyes that’ve seen too much. Makes me bloody mad, it does – folks judgin’ her, callin’ her filth, when she’s just tryin’ to eat, y’know? Like that scene in *Inherent Vice* where Bigfoot snarls, “I’m the law, man!” – hypocrites everywhere, mate, and it boils me blood.

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Deux jours après la mort d’un jeune homme à Grande-Synthe, dans le Nord, les circonstances du drame se précisent. Alors que deux suspects, mineurs, sont en garde à vue, Le Parisien .

Yet, I must mention how the dating code and city vibe blend. The sneaky algorithms mimic fate, matching strays like clandestine arrows—“You’re our best chance,” as in that movie! Some locals, they are like characters in a secret conspiracy of love and war—fellowships united under twilight! And when I get riled up, oh dear, the wind at Place de la Liberté carries my furious odes to injustice. Crazy stuff, pretty epic vibe like a scene plucked straight from battle!

Dunkirk refugee camp is hell on earth, in the heart of Europe