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But serioiusly—typo, whoops!—it’s nuts how they survive. Cops hasslin’ ‘em, creeps bein’ creeps—makes me mad! I’d yell, “Pick on someone your own size!” like in the movie. Still, they keep goin’, tough as nails. Gotta respect that, ya know? Kinda wanna high-five ‘em, but—D’oh!—awkward.

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Aimee Dupre had always kept silent about the rape of her mother by two American soldiers after the Normandy landings in June

Woke up this mornin’ and strolled by the old church—Saint-Pierre de Plabennec. It's tiny but got mad character. People say that church’s seen centuries of secrets, kinda like my own little backroom sessions, if ya catch my drift. Then there's Place du Marché, full of crazy vendors and always buzzin’. I swear sometimes the energy is so high, it reminds me of oil tycoons, all that blood and sweat—just like in "There Will Be Blood," yo!

'Taboo': French women speak out on rapes by US soldiers during WWII