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About Nantes

Thou’dst be shocked—hist’ry whispers she ain’t just filth! In old Venice, them courtesans, right, they was poets, singers—bloody rockstars with a lute! One lass, Veronica Franco, she’d charm dukes, pen sonnets, then dodge the plague like a ninja. Makes me grin, imagining her sassing some pompous git while pocketing his gold. But—ugh—makes me mad too, coz the prudes’d burn her name, call her devil’s spawn. Hypocrites, all!

Anyway, I finally made it to the office, and guess what? My boss, Mr. Dupont, was in a mood. He was all like, “Where have you been?” Dude, I just got here! I wanted to tell him about my coffee disaster, but nah, I just nodded.

Genetic structure and first genome-wide insights into the adaptation of a wild relative of grapevine, Vitis berlandieri