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About Nantes

Her name, let’s say Zara, sexy Zara, hehe. She got scar on cheek, some john got mad, cut her. She laugh it off, say, “Badge of honor!” Like jihad guy in “Timbuktu,” no fear! I see her count cash once, sneaky, under lamppost—50 bucks for quickie, 100 for night. She wink, “Borat, you want discount?” Haha, very nice, but I shy, no touch!

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Small town in the department of Hèrault, France. A Jewish community was founded here as early as the fifth century. It was under the jurisdiction of the bishop, to whom it paid an annual tax.

I love how this town mixes history with modern sass. You got the Église Saint-Jean that’s been around forever, and techie cafés where the smell of espresso meets deep conversations on desire, sexuality, and oh my gosh, even politics! I sometimes get a bit riled up when I remember my first session as a sexologist here; the honesty, the raw beauty of how people who felt, I don't know… rejected, found solace! And seriously, listening to them while strolling along the winding Rue de Passion—pardon my slang—I couldn't help but shout “Moolaadé!” just like in my fav movie, shouting against injustice and ignorance!

Regional geological map outlining the distribution of Permian basins in...