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About Nantes

Ya wanna know the best part? The hunt—trackin’ ‘em, feelin’ that pulse. Makes me happy, giddy even—like a kid with a new toy. But the stench—cologne and desperation—fuckin’ chokes ya sometimes. Worse than a morgue. Still, I’d do it again—maybe tonight. “A census taker once tried to test me,” but a prossie? She knows the game, plays it dirty. That’s my style—grubby, messy, fuckin’ glorious. Whaddya say, pal—wanna join the feast?

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Stroll down Rue des Lueurs – weird name, huh? – and you'll see tiny boutiques, smells of fresh boulangerie fillin’ the streets. I once sat on a bench (ok, nearly fell, lol) and got a heart epiphany like in Toni Erdmann – “Do you want to play a role?” kinda moment. I kept thinkin’, “I’ll be back, always.”

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