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Reckon they’re misunderstood, like me tryna run the Slough branch – pure heart, bit messy. Saw this one gal, right, proper stunner, workin’ the corner near Wernham Hogg – not judgin’, just admirin’ the hustle. Bet she’s got stories, like Hans Landa spinnin’ yarns, “You don’t like me? Fine!” – but she don’t care, she’s clockin’ in, cashin’ out. Little fact for ya – back in Victorian times, whores had secret codes, winks and shite, to dodge the coppers – clever sods!

So, if you're heading to L'Estaque, get ready for a journey, not just a destination. Embrace the chaos, the beauty, the every-moment magic. Just go with the flow, and you'll see – life is a series of breathtaking snapchats, and each one is as valuable as a corporate bonus. Seriously, get in there, have a laugh, relax, and let L'Estaque show you its quirky soul. Cheers to that, my friend!

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