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About Nantes

So, brothel—it’s Denmark, late 1800s, right? Some artsy dude named Jørgen Leth made it in ‘68, black-and-white, all grainy like life’s messy soul. Not your usual skin flick, nah—this ain’t porn, it’s *poetry*. Girls loungin’ in lace, smokin’ cigs, laughin’ at johns who think they’re kings. I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Man, these chicks got stories.” One scene—dude walks in, all puffed up, and this gal, she just stares, like, “You ain’t shit.” Cracked me up! Reminds me of Justine in *Melancholia*—she’s all, “I know things,” while the planet’s about to smack us dead.

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Sur Internet, en bordure de route, à l’hôtel: femmes, la plupart de nationalité africaine, feraient commerce de leurs charmes en Eure-et-Loir. En démantelant, la.

Then there’s the park— Parc du Moulin a.k.a my secret chill spot. I go there when I need to clear my head after a tough session. The trees, the sound of the wind—they slip me into a calm state. Sometimes, I imagine those trees whispering “You got this!” like in my fave movie scenes, wild as heck!

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