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About Nantes

Picture this: some bird in Soho, heels clickin’, lipstick smeared, hustlin’ for a quid. She’s not just a tart—she’s a survivor, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, that’s her life. I’ve seen it, skulkin’ round alleys for intel. Once met this lass, Ruby, proper firecracker. Worked the streets since 16—sixteen, can ya believe it? Told me ‘bout this punter who paid her in counterfeit fivers. Laughed her arse off, said, “Bond, I framed ‘em!” Made me chuckle, that did. Resourceful minx.

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After that, I needed a breather. So, I headed to the riverbank along the Scarpe. It’s usually peaceful, but today? Nah. There’s a group of teens blasting music. I’m like, “Dude, chill with the volume!” But then, they start dancing, and I can’t help but laugh again. It’s like a mini rave in the middle of Wavrin. Who knew?

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