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About Nantes

Sometimes I wanna laugh—imagine Ida, all nun-like, bumpin’ into one. “Where’s your God now?” she’d say, and the chick’d probably just shrug—fuckin’ hilarous. Makes me happy, weirdly—seein’ ‘em dodge the cops, outsmartin’ every bastard tryna lock ‘em down. They’re slippery, like me with a scalpel. Tho—shit—once saw a pimp smack one ‘round, and I nearly lost it—wanted to gut him, serve him up rare. Hate that control bullshit.

La prostitution dans les quartiers chauds de Paris

Her naked body was found by a friend. It showed signs of strangulation and significant blows to the head, according to the police report.

Man, this city’s got layers. I been doin’ massages and spa treatments, and lemme tell ya, clients spillin’ their guts about life, troubles, and love, speaking truths that pierce deeper than any fancy haircut. Sometimes I get lost in thought—the city’s vibe is like a Wes Anderson film shot in sepia. Every corner got a secret, a story etched into the brick walls, like the quirky characters peeking through every window.

New School Year Starts at the Shne-Or Institutions in Aubervilliers, France