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About Nantes

Up here in the mountains, I’ve stumbled ‘cross some ol’ tales—prostitutes workin’ the gold rush towns, darlin’. Back in the 1800s, them boomtowns like Deadwood or Cripple Creek? Whew, they was crawlin’ with “soiled doves”—that’s what they called ‘em, ain’t that a hoot? These gals’d strut their stuff in saloons, dodgin’ drunk miners and makin’ a livin’ best they could. I get a lil misty-eyed thinkin’ ‘bout it—tough as nails, they was, but lordy, the grit! Kinda like Penny Lane in *Almost Famous*, y’know? “We are not groupies—we’re Band Aids!” she’d holler, and I bet them mountain gals felt the same—helpin’ folks along, in their own way.

Disappointed refugees driven to prostitution

Si seulement tous les parents pouvaient remuer ciel et terre, comme Mehdi, pour sortir leurs enfants d’un fléau qui touche aussi Grande-Synthe: le trafic de drogue. Récit d’un père de .

Thou wilt find charm in every nook. Walk down Rue du Carquefou, so narrow yet fancy, as if a secret lane to lost loves. Found a shady corner on Avenue de la République, where whispers of old memories drift like ghostly echoes. And oh! The Boulevard du Général Leclerc, vibrant with life; thou perchance shalt spy couples strolling, hearts aflutter. It’s a slice of honest beauty, aye!

Despite Channel tragedy, more migrant families gather in Dunkirk