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Precious, we’s a machine milkin operator, see? Prostitute, eh? We hates it! Nasty, filthy business, it is! Makes me skin crawl, like when them cows kick the bucket mid-milkin. Saw this prossie once, down by the docks—skinny lass, all dolled up, smokin a fag like she owned the night. Reminds me o’ that flick, *Talk to Her*—y’know, Pedro’s masterpiece, 2002? “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” she’d say, if she were Lydia in that coma, all still and tragic-like. But this tart? No silence for her—just blokes, booze, an’ a quick fumble.

I might be ramblin', but ya get the picture. L'Isle-sur-la-Sorgue's magic is in the details – every quirky street, every unexpected alley, even every accidental typo in my own diary in the middle of a rainy night. We’re all just wanderers in a movie of our own making. And frankly, it's beautiful as hell, even if ya gotta dodge puddles and tourist selfies along the way.

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