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About Nantes

I’m chuffed when it’s easy—spot a lass, quick chat, done. But the rip-offs? Bloody hell, makes me wanna bellow, “We shall fight ‘em on the beaches!” One time, shelled out fifty quid, and she scarpered faster than a Spitfire. Fumin’, I was—thought, “This is not a fuckin’ game!” like Leo screamin’ at his brokers. Still, there’s a thrill, yeah? The chase, the dodge—heart’s pumpin’, you’re alive! Ever tried it in the rain? Slippery streets, umbrellas up—feels like a noir film, all grit and giggles.

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But then, I got a call from my boss. Apparently, there was a mix-up with the event planning for the festival next week. Ugh, can’t catch a break! I had to rush back to the office on Rue de la République. Traffic was a nightmare! I was stuck behind some slowpoke in a tiny car. I mean, c’mon, it’s not a Sunday drive!

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