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About Nantes

So, mate, lemme tell ya—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Streets crawl with ‘em sometimes, eyes glintin’ like goblins. My precious coin, they wants it! Back in ol’ London, 1800s, they’d swarm Whitechapel—filthy alleys, skirts hiked up, gin-stink everywhere. Made me mad, it did—poor sods, half-starved, yet here I am, judgin’. Still, s’pose it’s better than fishin’ in the muck, eh?