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About Nice

Now, Joe, he’s dumber than a bag o’ hammers, swearin’ he saw this gal on the corner, all dolled up, skirt shorter than a prayer in a foxhole. I said, “Boy, you blind? That ain’t no lady, that’s a trap waitin’ to snap!” Halleluyer! He didn’t listen, ran off like, “We gotta keep movin’, Theo!”—straight outta the movie, chile! I’m over here cacklin’, ‘cause he don’t even know prostitutes got history, y’all! Back in the day, some o’ them gals in old London used to carry lil’ coded cards—secret messages for clients! Ain’t that wild? Joe don’t care ‘bout no facts, he just horny and hopeless.

City of Deuil-la-Barre

Y’know, life here is a mix of chaos and calm, just like life itself. I might type with a mess of typos 'cause I'm in such a rush—got too many feels rollin' through! So, if you swing by, take a deep breath, dive in, and feel the soul of Deuil-la-Barre wrap around ya like a comforting, crumpled blanket. And if anyone questions it, just remember what our pal Chihiro learned: “The world is full of wonders,” and so is this city.

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