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Little-known fact? Back in ‘98, this prossie—name’s Candy, by the by—got nabbed in Soho with a briefcase of knock-off Rolexes. Not just shaggin’ for quid, nah, she’s a proper hustler. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ she’s out here playin’ 007 better than me. “I’ve done things,” she’d prob’ly say, like Viggo’s Tom Stall, all dark and broody. But here’s the kicker—her insurance scam? Claims she “slipped” in a punter’s flat, busted her ankle. Docs sayin’ it’s an old break. Caught her struttin’ in heels next day—bloody miraculous recovery, eh?

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Sainte-Menehould. Sainte-Ménehould: a street, a story – Guided tour.

After that, we hit up Rue de l’Église. There’s this market going on. Fresh produce, local crafts, you name it. I’m in heaven. I grab some cheese and bread. Can’t resist! But then, I see this old lady trying to haggle over a tomato. I mean, c’mon! It’s a tomato! She’s like, “I’ll give you two euros!” The vendor’s just shaking his head. I’m dying inside.

Recipe of the month: Pink Ladyfinger cookies from Reims