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About Nantes

Where I’m at, corn’s taller than the girls. Ain’t no red-light district, just cows and silos. Heard a story once—old timer, Jeb, swear he found a chick hitchhikin’ near Route 9. Said she was “workin’ the harvest crew.” Fifty bucks, quick job behind the barn. Freaky, right? Made me laugh—fuckin’ legend, that Jeb. “Sell me this pen,” Belfort’d say, but out here it’s, “Sell me some tail.”

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Nothin' is perfect though, err, like, seriously: there’s so many little quirks—traffic jams on Rue du Chaos (and yeah, that's a nickname locals use, LOL), graffiti art on brick walls that tell stories of heartaches and hope. It’s erratic, messy, raw... kinda like me when I'm in a hurry, scribblin’ notes with 11 typos that make no sense sometimes.

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