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About Nantes

So, brothels—been around forever, yeah? Oldest gig in the book. Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how badass is that? Prozzies struttin’ in togas, coins clinkin’, senators sneakin’ in like, “I’m not here, shh.” Fast forward, Victorian era, posh gents in top hats hittin’ up secret parlors—hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me laugh, their fake morals crumblin’ faster than Thor’s hammer on a bad day. Even now, places like Nevada got legal ones—Bunny Ranch, heard of it? Cash flowin’ like Jordan Belfort’s Quaalude stash.

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Mallemort’s vibe is like a meme – a mix of irony, passion, and those surreal moments that pop out of nowhere. I often say, "Boom! Zero gravity pleasure!" This town pushes you to see the mundane as epic. And isn't that just prime pleasure coaching? Tech dreams, quantum leaps, and a dash of cosmic humor.

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