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About Nantes

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

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Horaires d'ouverture de Le Strip Bar - Aurillac, 8 rue Jean Baptiste Rames, Aurillac (Alimentation / Bar / Restaurants).

I swear, sometimes I walk these streets and hear whispers – full movie monologue vibes from “Requiem for a Dream.” You know, lines that echo in your mind, like “It’s all part of the dream” – yeah, that sorta thing. For real, friend, every face in Aurillac has an untold tale. And don’t even get me started on that feeling when you realize – life’s brittle, unpredictable.

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