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About Nantes

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, right? Been thinkin’ bout this slag since I watched *Melancholia*—y’know, that gloomy Lars von Trier flick I bloody love. “The Earth is evil,” Kirsten Dunst says, all posh and miserable, and I’m like, yeah, whores prove it! Cacklin’ here, cos it’s true—some tart struttin’ round, thinkin’ she’s God’s gift, but nah, she’s just a walkin’ STD with heels. Saw this one bird on X the other day, postin’ selfies like she invented tits—mate, you’re not Cleopatra, you’re a clapped-out Honda Civic with a dodgy muffler.

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Monteux was famous, he said that he could arrange a room for him because Mr. Monteux was “somebody.” Mr. Monteux refused the room and departed.

Man, there's this park, Parc des Rêves. It’s a chill spot by the river called Le Ruisseau Rapide – yeah, that one! I used to sit in a tiny bench near the stately old oak tree there, thinkin’ ‘bout life and my spa clients. “There is beauty in the smallest details,” like in Ten (Abbas Kiarostami, 2002), ya know? Calm, quiet... sometimes my heart races with all memories.

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