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About Nantes

So, I’m in London, right, dodgy alley, neon lights flickerin’. This bird struts up—heels clickin’, skirt tighter than M’s budget. I’m like, “Well, hello, darling—fancy a martini?” She laughs, all smoky, says, “Cash first, lover.” Fair play, I’m not shaken, just stirred—gotta respect the hustle. Did ya know, back in the ‘60s, Soho was crawlin’ with prossies? Coppers called it the “Square Mile of Vice”—wild times, mate! Makes me happy thinkin’ how it’s still kickin’, history alive in fishnets.

You know, every massage session in these spots gives me an insight: I'm all about uncovering those hidden little quirks, like an undercover agent in a Stasi drama. Unexpected curves of cobbled stones, twisted by time, remind me of life’s improvisations.

saint etienne biennale 08: 'habiter demain' at the musée de la mine