Aaliyah Redon Whore ❤️

About Nantes

What gets me happy? When I outsmart the whores. Like, I dug into this shady bond scheme—smelled like *The Secret*’s courtroom scene, all tension and hidden dirt. Found out the yield was padded with fake numbers. Saved my buddy’s ass from losin’ his shirt. “Justice is an illusion,” Benjamín’d say, and damn right—financial justice? Ha! You gotta claw it out yourself. Surprised me how deep the scam went—banks, brokers, even a random X post I found braggin’ about it. Whores everywhere, I swear.

Inside the ‘House of Cyn,’ Britain’s Most Notorious Brothel

After that, I head over to Rue de Nantes. I need a drink. I stop at this little café, and the owner, he’s a character. He’s like, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” I’m like, “Nah, just a couple of idiots.” We share a laugh, and I down a beer.

Redon Makashi, new love affair in France?