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About Nantes

So, this chick, right—she’s in my prison, caught solicitin’ some sleazy john. Pissed me off, tho—wasted my damn time bookin’ her! Shoulda seen her, all attitude, lipstick smeared, like she owns the block. “I’m trying to be someone,” she spits at me, straight outta *Fish Tank*. Made me laugh—bitch, you’re in a cell! Greed’s good, sure, but hers? Sloppy. Messy. She’s chasin’ quick bucks, not power. Amateur hour.

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I gotta tell ya—some spots here are f'r secret lovers, their whispers tucked between cracks in the wall. Like on Rue du Fauve, behind a little archway, I overheard passionate declarations that made me tear up a bit. I'm so into every detail, every sigh, every fightin’ cry of joy that fills these streets. Look, I may slack on grammar when I'm in the moment—err, yeah, it's like, wild..so raw!!

The dead body of the poet Ali Podrimja is found