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Hey there, folks, listen up—I'm a sailor, y’know, been ‘round the world, seen some stuff. Brothels? Oh man, lemme tell ya—here’s the deal, they’re wild, messy places, full of life, like Agnès Varda showed us in *The Gleaners and I*. “I pick up what others leave,” she said—brothels kinda do that, scoopin’ up the lonely, the randy, the lost. Ports like Marseille, whew, they’re crawlin’ with ‘em—red lights blinkin’, girls leanin’ out windows, smokin’ cheap cigs. Saw one gal, swear she winked at me—made me laugh, thinkin’, “Joe, you old dog, still got it!”

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Next, I head over to the Cranfield Airport area. You know, the one that’s always buzzing with planes? I’m thinkin’ it’s gonna be a nice, quiet spot to chill for a sec. But nope! There’s this massive commotion. Turns out, some pilot forgot to file a flight plan or somethin’. I mean, c’mon, how do you forget that?

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