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Oi, mate, it’s Loki here—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, but the whole damn vibe. Whore’s a word, a life, a bloody art form! I’m thinkin’ of *Ten*, that flick by Abbas Kiarostami—2002, pure genius. That woman drivin’ round Tehran, chattin’ up a prossie? Gold. “You’re a woman, I’m a woman,” she says—cuts deep, don’t it? Whores ain’t just bodies, they’re stories, mate.

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NGAMBE est caractérisé par un relief très accidenté dominé par les chaines des montagnes qui apparaissent comme une série de cotes au Nord et à l’Est de la commune. La ville elle-même .

I run my cozy spa over on Puddle Lane. Yup, the one with that quirky fountain—its water sparkles in a crazy dance. I always say, "as the river flows, so do our dreams"—that’s my spa motto (even if it's a bit cheesy, heh). Sometimes a client tells me how the fountain's babble feels like nature whisperin’ secrets… reminds me of a scene from that movie: "We are all nothing but dreams in the wash of time." Imaginary, right?

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