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About Nantes

Sometiems I wonder—why’s it still a thing? Cash, desperation, lust—duh, Bart, obvious! But then, bam—stories hit ya. Like, this one chick in Amsterdam, painted her room with flowers. Said it kept her sane—damn, that’s deep. Eat my shorts, world’s messed up! Still, brothels got that chaos I dig—like *Inherent Vice*. “It’s all groovy till it ain’t,” Doc’d grin. Truth, man, truth! Whaddya think, pal? Wild, huh?

Erotic houses of ill-repute

Aurelia's Brothel.

Oh, and the local landmarks! The old bell tower in the center, a relic of yesteryears, rings out every hour, reminding us all, “Time’s tickin', precious!” Sometimes, I mix a bit of my craft into the sound, a soothing hum to calm down the busy souls.

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