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About Nantes

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

5 Boites de Nuit et Discothèques à Sainte Maxime

After the rain, the sky clears up, and we head back to Sainte-Maxime. I’m exhausted but happy. We sit at a café on Boulevard Charles de Gaulle, and I’m just watchin’ the world go by. The locals are chillin’, the tourists are takin’ selfies, and I’m just there, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’ about how crazy today was.

Great Escapes: An Understated—Yet Still Glamorous—Stretch of the French Riviera