Amberol is cool though

I literaly cooked something like this yesterday, a traditional dish from Algiers called “the pretty lady’s breasts in the mirror” (sder chaba fel mraya). Basically you boil some lamb with onion and cinnamon (and a fuckton of olive oil and butter), then you put unsalted goat cheese slices on the meat pieces, whipped egg whites with lemon juice, and the yolks without breaking them (the titular “breasts” I guess), and all in the oven. It’s… traditional.

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2022/feb/10/france-to-build-up-to-14-new-nuclear-reactors-by-2050-says-macron

but my mom says it helps against the bad smell

There sure must be a lot of better candidates, but this one comes to my mind:

We can forget happy things. We can probably forget sad things too. People have the power to forget.

La même mais au 1er arrondissement de Marseille

to see if you still bleed

I used to play those on Famiclones sold in Algeria back in the day

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Nah, “baisez mon pote” means “fuck my friend”. A proper translation would be “pote de baise”, although to be honest I’ve never heard it in use here — the more common expression is “plan cul”, which minimizes the “buddy” part but can obviously cover a lot of nuances.

At least that’s what I’m guessing from the TV shows, everyone I know is either in an actual relationship or does not have s*x at all 🤷

I’m pretty sure the Hopper story is fake though