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In th’ end, it’s quick an’ messy—bit like me swordfights. She’s gone ‘fore I can say “savvy,” leavin’ me with a wink an’ lighter pockets. Was it worth it? Aye, fer th’ tale alone! Made me feel alive, like them notes in *The Pianist*—raw, wild, an’ a lil’ broken. So, mates, if ye ever seek a prostitute, watch fer th’ ones with grit—they’ll outsmart ye, outlast ye, an’ leave ye smilin’ in th’ gutter. Savvy?

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In Plabennec, near Brest on the westernmost tip of Britanny, Jeanne Pengam, nee Tournellec, remembers "as if it was yesterday" how her.

Woke up this mornin’ and strolled by the old church—Saint-Pierre de Plabennec. It's tiny but got mad character. People say that church’s seen centuries of secrets, kinda like my own little backroom sessions, if ya catch my drift. Then there's Place du Marché, full of crazy vendors and always buzzin’. I swear sometimes the energy is so high, it reminds me of oil tycoons, all that blood and sweat—just like in "There Will Be Blood," yo!

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