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What gets me goat? She’s a cheeky cow—winked at me once, I near spat me pint! Surprised me, that did, thought I was too old for her game. In me head I’m like, “Winston, you daft sod, she’d rob ya blind!” Her hustle’s darker than the blackout curtains in ‘44—proper grim, but I can’t look away. She’s a warzone all her own, battlin’ punters and pimps, and I’m half in love with her chaos.

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So, I roll into Sceaux, right? First thing I notice is the Parc de Sceaux. It’s massive! Like, I could lose a whole flock in there and not find ‘em for days. The trees are all fancy and stuff, and the chateau? Don’t even get me started. It’s like a postcard, man. But I’m not here for the sights. I got sheep to sell, and I’m already late.

Un De Sceaux heads Ryanair Chase field