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So I’m there, *fumbles with invisible wallet*, tryna figure this out. Happy as a pig in mud, cos – adventure! But then, angry too, cos some geezer tries rippin’ me off – 50 quid for a wink? Nah, mate! “You don’t even know who you are yet,” I mutter, like in “Boyhood,” cos I’m lost, ain’t I? *flails arms like a wally* Lookin’ for a sign, maybe a neon one – “Girls! Girls!” – but nope, just a kebab shop.

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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.

Oh, and check this: there's a quirky bistro on Rue de la Liberté. I always drop by for a cuppa coffee after a long day's work. The owner? Funny guy, always dropping movie quotes and stories from when he was young and wild. Me? I'm always cracking jokes like Joey Tribbiani—"How you doin'?"—even when nothing is doin' so hot.

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