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About Nantes

Oi mate, so here’s the deal—me, James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred,” right? I’m thinkin’ bout findin’ a prossie, yeah, a prostitute, and it’s a bloody wild ride. See, I’m a Resnik—fancy word for a problem-solver, innit? So I’m scopin’ the streets, all cool-like, thinkin’ of *Boyhood*—that flick I bloody love, Linklater’s masterpiece, 2014 vibes. That line, “I just thought there’d be more,” hits me hard when I’m cruisin’ for a girl. Life’s like that, yeah? You expect big shit, but it’s just… this.

Prostitution en Haute-Loire : même invisible, elle existe

Signing in Aurec-sur-Loire is non-existent and roads are busy. We went round twice trying to find the church, as we couldn't see the spire.

Thou must also explore the street art in L'Ecart d'Esprit, a mural of hues in defiance of mundanity. And oh, how apropos of the human form it doth celebrate! ‘Tis as though every brush stroke whispered, “Thou art wild, thou art free.” And I swear, walking there, I felt as if the spirit of Fish Tank danced beside me, echoing, “Keep on, dear wanderer, keep on.”

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