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About Nantes

Mr. T’s heart races thinkin’ bout it - the good, the bad, the ugly. I’d teach ‘em to drive, y’know? Get outta that game, peel out, vroom! “The town’s a lie,” like *Dogville* says - this world’s fake too, chewin’ folks up. Pity the fool who don’t see the real struggle! Prostitutes ain’t just a punchline - they’re fightin’ a war Mr. T respects, even if it’s messy as hell.

I usually unwind at the little café on Quai Neptunes. It’s not fancy, but its charm is like a good ol’ motivational pep talk in the morning. Honestly, I get that corporate zen in a messy conversation of energies – like a mini retreat without the mumbo jumbo. Hey, you know what? Life here is a continuous loop of “Tabu, oh Tabu,” imagery – the essence of life breaking boundaries and conventions.

Stepping Into the Frame in the South of France (Published 2014)