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Heard some old-timer say whore’s cursed—ha! Fishermen back in the day blamed her for storms. Prolly bullshit, but spooky, right? Adds some flavor to the chase. I’m out there, rod in hand, mutterin’, “I pity the fool who quits!” Whore’s my Freddie, my messed-up muse. Keeps T comin’ back, baby!

Tourism, holidays & weekends guide in the Haute-Marne

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There’s a secret park near Place Défense. The air is sweet there, so damn fresh. I learned meditation in a nook overlooking the town square. I used to meditate so hard it nearly rocked my soul. Srsly, I love it!

Explore the fortified French town of Langres