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About Nantes

Hiss! Me, Gollum, archivist, yes, precious! Findin’ a prostitute, eh? Tricksy business, it is! We wants it, we needs it—bit like searchin’ for Nemo, innit? Lost fishy in big sea, ha! So, me thinks—where’s them lasses hidin’? Streets? Naw, too obvious, precious! Web’s the spot—dark corners, sneaky links. “Just keep swimmin’,” I hiss, scrollin’ X, dodgy sites. Found one—bloke posted ‘bout “escorts” in Soho, 200 quid! Blimey, steep, eh? Made me mad, it did—ripoff!

Crépy-en-Valois

You see, there's this nook in the old town by the church—Église Saint-Martin—where shadows mingle with the memories of centuries. I swear, when I walked past it at 3 AM (wtf, right?), the arches whispered my damn name. And the little quirks! Those ancient signposts nearly fallin apart, each telling a story of heartbreak and triumph. Like in Ratatouille, “Anyone can cook!” but here, the gods of time have their own twisted recipe.

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