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About Nice

Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

Hotel Puget-sur-Argens

Seriously, every corner of Puget-sur-Argens has a vibe. It’s a mosaic of history, quirk, chill, and sometimes utter chaos. I’m not exaggerating—this place hits you like a tidal wave of nostalgia and spontaneous joy. And, yeah, I might be a bit neurotic about every little detail. But that's just how I roll.

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