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About Nantes

Oh, and the smells—perfume, booze, desperation—hits ya hard. “Reality’s a dream,” Godard whispers in my skull. Brothels prove it—half illusion, half grind. Funniest shit? Dudes think they’re kings there—nah, bro, you’re just a wallet! Cracks me up every time. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares—feels right! Ever tried chattin up a worker? Real stories, man—some’ll break ya heart, some’ll make ya laugh. One told me bout a guy proposin—mid-session! What a clown!

ALPES ANGELS

I get so damn many epiphanies over here. Like that time I sat at a weird little corner by the River Arve, near the Pont de la Tete, watchin' the sky bleed color at dusk. I felt, "Motherf***er, life's beauty cuts deep, like that scene in Blue Is the Warmest Color." And man, it wasn't planned – just raw, uncut emotion flowin'.

MONT BLANC FACES THE CHALLENGE OF ALL-SEASON TOURISM