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About Nantes

So, picture this—I’m snoopin’ around, chattin’ up folks, and boom, there’s this gal on the corner, all sass, no filter. Reminds me of that scene where Ines is like, “What the hell, Dad?!”—except it’s me goin’, “What the hell, world?!” Prostitution’s legal some places, like Germany—yep, *Toni Erdmann* land—since 2002. Taxes paid, health checks, the works. But here? Shady as fuck. Makes me mad, ya know? These girls deserve better than dodgin’ creeps and cops.

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

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