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About Nantes

So, yeh, I’m picturin it—me, stalkin the streets, lookin for that vibe. Not the high-class escort shit, nah, too sterile. I want the raw deal, the real fuckin mess. Like, you ever hear bout them old Romanian prossies in the 80s? Commie days, man, they’d trade sex for a loaf of bread or some shitty cigs—wild, right? Survival, pure n’ simple. Kinda makes ya think—how far’s a gal gotta fall?

Feel like a prostitute to my husband??!!

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So, I’m walking down Rue des Écoles, trying to shake off the bird drama. I see my buddy, Jean, selling his handmade crafts. He’s got these cool little trinkets, right? I’m checking them out, and he’s all hyped about his new line of “eco-friendly” stuff. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in Trets, not Paris Fashion Week.” But he’s passionate, so I just nod and smile.

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