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About Nantes

Gameplay? Choices, man. Run it, ruin it, or burn it down. “It’s not happenin’!”—like Tyrone screamin’. Surprised me how deep it got. Thought in my head: “Keanu, you’re fucked up likin’ this.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Brothel’s a circus—mirrors, masks, moans. Humor? Client slips on lube, bam, knocked out cold—dumbass. Sarcasm? “Oh, noble profession, savin’ souls!” Bullshit.

Erotic houses of ill-repute

I'm using the public release currently, so there were only two options to improve the brothel. I did the first one that required a concoction of I think ectoplasm and a rag. The one I'm stuck on is .

The neighborhoods? There’s Le Bourg, very old, filled with cobbled alleys, cool cafes that seem to whisper tales of yore. You’ll find hidden murals and graffiti splashed in wild colors. Some say it’s artsy, I says misfit wonderland! I once got angry ‘cause some rude brush splashed my secret spot outside my massage studio. So angry, I nearly smashed a mug, but then remembered, “Time to let the anger pass, like a passing train in the night.”

France, Germany, Italy: Photo Radar Crippled