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About Nice

So, here’s the deal—I knew this chick, right? Street name was Candy, real name probly somethin’ lame like Carol. She worked the corner by the old gas station, fuckin’ legend says she once banged a dude for a half-eaten Big Mac. Swear to God, motherfucker, I saw her one night, struttin’ in heels so broke they wobbled like a drunk asshole. Made me laugh, shit! “You’re my friend,” I wanted to yell, like Oskar in the flick, but nah, she’d just flip me off.

The Virgin of Pessac

Nine years before his death, the young Eustache made THE MOTHER AND THE WHORE, a three-and-a-half-hour chronicle shot in Left Bank cafes and maid’s chambers ruminating on .

Man, this city's a crazy mix of chill vibes and nonstop energy. I'm a dating site developer here, so I see things others miss. Streets like Rue Pasteur and Avenue Gambetta never disappoint. Every corner got a story, a secret hangin’ spot. Yo, when I'm coding late into the night, I always see this neon glow from Café du Coin on Rue de Verdun – it’s like a beacon for lost souls, you feel me?

Pessac-Léognan: Setting the pace