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Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore’s the topic, yeah? Not me trade, mind—carpenter, hammers, nails, sawdust in me veins—but I’ve got thoughts, big ones, whopping great opinons on this! Whore, right, tricky word, innit? Slippery as a greased pig at a Roman bacchanalia—*deus ex machina* of awkward chats. Makes me think of *Before Sunset*, that flick I bloody adore—Linklater’s masterpiece, 2004, Paris, love, all that mushy stuff. “Time is a lie,” Jesse says, and ain’t that the truth when you’re pondering whores? Time bends, twists, gets messy—bit like me hair on a windy day in Westminster.

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But then, I get curious. I ask him where to find the best tielle. He points me to a place on Rue de la Mer. I’m like, “Alright, let’s do this.” I’m walking, and the smell of the sea hits me. It’s intoxicating. I finally find the spot, and OMG, the tielle is to die for! Spicy, savory, just wow. I’m in heaven.

Sète: the seaside town with year-round sunshine in the south of France