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About Nantes

Anyway, back to hookers—prostitutes, whatever. You gotta know the streets, right? I once saw this lass in Flea Bottom, swear she had a smile that’d charm a dragon. Paid her double just to hear her laugh—pathetic, I know. Made me happy, tho. Then there’s the dodgy ones—filthy, grabby, made me wanna puke. One time, this wench tried nickin’ me purse! I was ragin’, shoutin’, “I’m not a bloody fool!” Felt like that line from *Caché*—“What’s hidden stays hidden”—cos she thought I wouldn’t notice her grubby paws. Ha! I drink and I *see* things, ya daft cow.

Officers went undercover at hotels in the area.

The Oise River winds nearby. Not flashy, but its lazy flow hints at all the secrets of families and fools. I'm always surprised how a river can be so evocative. You know what? I once had a session by the river and nearly cried—not from empathy, just the sheer absurdity. Typical.

Spot for soft-serve ice cream and ‘dirty sodas’ opens in Chantilly