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About Nantes

What pisses me off? The owner, this greasy dude, actin’ all high and mighty. “Oh, we’re legit!” Screw you, pal! I’m pokin’ around, findin’ condoms in the trash—hundreds, man, hundreds! Makes me gag, but I’m laughin’ too, ‘cause it’s so nasty it’s funny. “The power of Christ compels you!” I shout, like I’m in *Melancholia*, facin’ the freakin’ endtimes. This place is a disaster waitin’ to happen—fire hazard, STD central, you name it.

Street names melt into neighborhoods. Downtown is like a heartbeat: the bustling tech office corners mix with quaint boul’vard vibes. I often drift into a well-kept park – Parc du Grand-Chêne. They say, “Feel the city in your bones!” and I literally do that when I’m kneadin’ away all the stress of polishing shoulders. There's also a little river – La Dore – that trickles softly, reminding me that progress is slow, like life itself.

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