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About Nantes

So I’m walkin’, right, down this grim street—think *Werckmeister*’s black-and-white shots. “The world’s gone mad,” I mutter—another movie line! And it fits! Some lady’s leanin’ against a wall, smokin’, lookin’ bored outta her mind. I’m thinkin’, “Is that her? Is that the signal?!” I’m paranoid, heart’s racin’—what if she’s a cop?! I’d die right there, swear to God! I’d be yellin’, “I’m innocent! I just wanted to talk!” Total Larry move, overreactin’ like always.

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So, I settled for a pain au chocolat. Not the same, but whatever. I was munchin’ on that when I bumped into this old dude, Pierre. He’s like the unofficial mayor of Verduron. Always hangin’ around the port, tellin’ stories. He starts ramblin’ about the time he caught a fish the size of a boat. I’m like, “Sure, buddy, and I’m the King of the Sea.” But I love the guy. He’s got heart.

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