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About Nantes

Privet, comrade! So, findin a prostitut—tough gig, yeah? Cold streets, shady deals, all that jazz. I’m sittin here, calculatin moves—like chess, but dirtier. Reminds me of *Inside Out*, y’know? Joy screamin “find the fun!” while Sadness mopes—perfect vibe for this crap. Russia’s got history with it—back in Soviet days, secret brothels ran wild. KGB knew, didn’t care—cash flowed. Now? Still sneaky, still messy.

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The city’s neighborhoods? They’re freakin’ diverse. There’s La Bellevie, where locals hang like stubborn weeds, and motley folks roam the side streets. You see, on Rue de la Lune, they claim you can catch stray whispers of old secrets. One time, I overheard a couple arguing about their misfortune right near the riverbank – the River de Domerat – so calm and cold. Reminds me of a scene in that crooked dreamscape of Mulholland Drive: “Is this real?” I nearly choked on my coffee.

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