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About Nantes

Here’s a nugget for ya – some prossies got codes, yeah? Little signals. Wears a red scarf? She’s free. Green? She’s dodgy, might nick yer phone. Saw one once, swear she winked like Haku givin’ Chihiro a sly nod. Made me chuckle – “Oh, you’re a clever spirit, ain’t ya?” I mutter in me head. Happy vibes for a sec, ‘til I clock the bloke hasslin’ her mate. Skinny git, all aggro – pisses me off. Wanna smash ‘im, Bane-style, but nah, I’m here for the story, not the brawl.

In Philippine Red-Light District, an Uphill Struggle to Battle Trafficking and Abuses

Travel is a wonderful thing, and it certainly does broaden the mind. It also provides plenty of opportunity for misinterpretation.

Oh boy, lemme tell ya about Egly—fr, u know, that quirky little city I’ve been callin’ home for yonks now. So, um, there’s this street, Rue de la Folie, where the vibes are kinda wild—like, pfft, you’d never expect, right? And then there’s Place des Rêves, so pretty often hustlin’ with laughter and slight madness, kinda like a Yi Yi moment, "Mama, life is full of tiny miracles," ya know?

Spirit of the Law: Remembering Judge Paul Egly