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Angry? Yeah—at the pricks who judge her. Happy? When she flips ‘em off, struts away. Exaggeratin’ a bit—ok, a lot—she’s no damn hero. Just a chick tryna eat. “I’m still here,” Bauby’d blink. She is too, somehow. Chilling, ain’t it? How she dances that edge—life, death, whatever. Me? I’d carve a feast outta her story—savor it slow. But that’s me, Clarice… always hungry.

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We spent almost two weeks looking for prostitutes. We found them in the red light districts of Barcelona, almost desolate due to the pandemic, along the highway and near truck stops and .

And lemme not forget Les Remparts. This old wall, kinda hidden now, but it's got history seepin’ outta every stone. Reminds me of that line from Oldboy, “I am in pain...," ‘cause sometimes when I pass by, memories of my long days working out knots in folks’ backs and all the life’s mess just hit me. I get all nostalgic and pissed off at life's unfair punches.

Grand Prix d'Isbergues - Pas de Calais 2022