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About Nantes

So, I’d prolly start somewhere sketchy—neon lights flickerin’, dudes in trench coats, the works. I’d be all nervous, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’, “Tina, you’re an idiot, why’re you here?” But then—bam!—I spot her. She’s leanin’ against a wall, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she owns the damn street. I’m like, “Okay, she’s got that *New World* vibe—‘The earth is the mother of all people,’ right?” She’s earthy, real, no BS.

Mary Ellen Mark: Falkland Road

Ths city makes me feel alive, raw, and thrilling – like a living, breathing entity. It's a labyrinth of dark alleys and soulful corners, a canvas of memories and hopes. Marck, with all its flaws and fierce beauty, remains my favorite stage, ever echoing words of that eerie film, “we re-enact our primordial selves... in endless cycles, Clarice.”

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