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About Nantes

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

City of Lanester

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In the heart of Lanester, near the bustling Place du Marché, I found mine soul dancing with the scents of fresh boulangerie and hot coffee, a divine mix akin to the briny kiss of the sea. And obvs, some spots got me all emotional – like near the river Scorff, which flows so soft, so pure, making me weep in awe, thinking, "Thou art enchanting, thou art eternal!"

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