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But ugh, the stink of it all—literal and not. Cheap perfume, sweat, desperation—prostitutes deal with crap I’d run from screamin’. Ever hear ‘bout the “Green River Killer”? Guy offed like 50 prostitutes ‘cause they were “easy targets.” Fifty! Got me ragin’—fear leads to anger, anger to hate, hate to me wanna punch somethin’. Why’s it always them takin’ the fall? Blows my mind, dude.

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Le chemin des Rabassous n'est désormais plus qu'un sentier. Tous les dimanches, Midi Libre vous propose une balade sur les chemins du patrimoine insolite ou méconnu de Frontignan. .

Yo, it's showtime! Lemme tell ya bout Fron—uh, Frontignan (eh, sorry, Frontignan, fr)! This place is wild, man, like a secret carnival of sensations. I've been livin' here for years, and damn, it’s got flair. You stroll down Rue Sainte-Agnès, and whoa, the vibe is electric! And the Allée du Sel? Man, that’s where history and salt meet in the most freakin’ succulent way. I swear, every street here shouts stories, baby!

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