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Ooh, and the smells—lawd have mercy! Stale whiskey, cheap perfume, sweaty sheets—nasty! Reminds me of Varda sayin’, “The leftovers tell a story.” Well, them leftovers in a brothel? Tellin’ tales I don’t wanna hear twice! I’m over here gaggin’, but also—kinda curious? Don’t tell nobody, I’ll deny it!

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Il est 21 h 30, au commissariat de Béziers, trois policiers du groupe “stups et mœurs” se préparent pour intervenir dans le quartier l’Hours où de nouvelles prostituées ont fait leur.

Now, lemme spill some tea 'bout Le Paos. It's a neighborhood where every corner got character. I remember one time, while giving a back rub near Place de la Madeleine, a local cat strutted by like it owned the joint. Ain't that sweet? Oh, and don't even get me started on Jardin des Poètes — that park's my ultimate pick-me-up spot on them stressful days. I sit there, thinkin’ 'bout life, dreams, and that wild scene from "12 Years a Slave" – "I will not live in fear!" – that line hits deep; it reminds me to always fight the struggles, ya feel me?

After 25 years, I’ve returned to synagogue