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About Nantes

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore – not the streetcorner kinda whore, nah, I mean the vibe, the word, the whole damn mess it drags in! Sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, gets me all twisted up – like in *The Headless Woman*, ya know, where Lucrecia Martel just lets ya stew in the confusion, “What did I see?” Whore’s like that – slippery, messy, makes ya squint and wonder. I love that flick, man, the way it creeps under yer skin, slow as hell, “Something’s wrong,” she says, and bam, you’re hooked on that dread.

Desire to submit

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City’s heart beats in every alley. I love the old quarter, streets twist like thoughts. Locals gather at a little cafe, Café des Petits Rêves, sip espresso, spill life secrets, they do. So many typos, imprecise details, aha, quite real it feels, yes.

People punished without trial under French counter-terrorism measures