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About Nantes

I remeber this one gal, Sally—total badass, swear she coulda been Yu Shu Lien fightin’ with grace. She’d tell ya straight, “Ain’t no shame in survivin’.” Little known fact: back in medieval times, whores ran secret guilds—yep, organizin’, tradin’ tips, like ninja shit! Blows my mind, man, how they’d dodge the law, quiet as a whisper. “To survive, we must be as one,” like in the flick—unity, baby! Pisses me off tho, how folks judge ‘em, call ‘em dirty. Ain’t we all just tryna live?

fouillard – Définition avec Bob, dictionnaire d'argot

Then there's the square of Liberté, smack-dab in the middle of town. This place is the hub, always buzzin'. Locals gather, drinks flow, and sometimes rowdy debates go down. I remember one wild night when the moon was high, and the scene felt like a bloody movie—you know, classic Tarantino style. "You think darkness is your ally?" echoed around with laughter. Crazy, huh?

Mike Nault and Hidden Grace, Too