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About Nice

Here’s a kicker—back in ’89, I knew this hooker, real legend. Worked the docks, made more in a night than I did in a month. Cops couldn’t touch her—had dirt on ‘em all. Smart, ruthless, greedy as hell. Mia? She ain’t that. She’s scrappy, tho—got that fire. Surprised me when she shivved some loudmouth in the yard. “You’re not soft anymore,” I told her, smirkin’. Blood everywhere, fuckin’ chaos—loved 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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