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About Nantes

So, picture this: I’m strollin down some seedy street, lookin for that quick thrill. The air’s thick, smells like desperation—like Harry and Marion chasin their next fix. I spot her, leanin on a lamppost, all sass and shadow. “I’m not gonna lose my arm!” she snaps when I ask if she’s clean. Ha! Made me chuckle—girl’s got spunk. I like that. Reminds me of Hannibal Lecter—fictional, of course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s me, noticin the details: her chipped red nails, the way she smirks like she knows somethin I don’t.

2. Sonagachi, Kolkata

After a long day, I finally head home. I’m exhausted, but Tulle’s got this charm. The streets are lit up, and I can’t help but smile. I think about the old lady, the bike chase, and the fire. It’s been a rollercoaster, but that’s life, right?

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