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Here’s a wild bit – in 18th-century France, prostitutes had to wear yellow sashes, like some twisted fashion statement. Imagine that, struttin’ in yellow, ownin’ it, while I’m cacklin’ in my lair, pinky up, “One million dollars!” They turned shame into swagger – badass, right? Surprised me, how they flipped the script.

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The town center is a delightful maze of cobbled streets and cozy cafés. There's the old Market Square where local vendors sell fresh, rustic delights—while I, with my penchant for peace, pause to meditate by the fountain. It’s as if time slows down… ah, reminiscent of "Moonrise Kingdom" with its tender, elusive moments of escape, like, you know, a scene where the kids are ditching the mundane to chase adventure under starlit skies! «I love you forever, I'll like you for always» kinda vibe, yeah!

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