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About Nice

Little fact, eh? Victorian prossies used arsenic makeup—glowin’ green skin, deadly sexy. Killed ‘em slow, tho. Imagine that—bangin’ a corpse-in-waitin’. Made me laugh, raspy an’ mad, “Heh, we likes the weird shit!” Surprised me, tho—thought they’d all be desperate. Nah, some got swagger, like Adam with his guitars.

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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