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About Nantes

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t all soft for ‘em. Some whores, they’d rob ya blind, laughin’ while they do it. Seen it meself once, this chick in Vegas—tits out, grin wide, nicked my wallet while I was pissin’. I was fumin’, but fair play, she earned it! Dr. Evil respects a good scam, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” Reminds me of that line, “I’m finished!”—whores’ll finish ya, mate, one way or another.

In psychoanalysis

Regardless of the name, it refers to the male sexual dysfunction in which some men believe that sex is a dirty act that is only enjoyed by "bad" women-whores.

The old quarter round Place de l’Église is a marvel. Narrow lanes twisted like secrets no mortal should know. Meh, they drove me nuts sometimes with their unpredictable patterns. Still, it’s home, my sanctuary, and each crack sings stories. Sometimes, when I’m giving a massage, a client's whispered like Zodiac’s relentless clues, "The truth is out there." It echoes in my ears, unbidden and precise.

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