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About Nantes

Once, nearly got nabbed—dumb as a bag’a hammers, me. Drove ‘round, lookin’ lost—cop flashed his lights. Heart poundin’, I’m thinkin’, “George, you idiot, this ain’t no misunderestimation!” Sped off, laughin’—happy as a clam I didn’t end up in cuffs. Prostitute’s name was Candy—swear it! Said she’d been at it since ‘98, savin’ for a trailer. Gritty gal—kinda admired her hustle.

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I love the noise, the buzz that make me grin. Yeah, there are spots that drive me nuts sometimes, like the constant traffic on Boulevard Charles de Gaulle – ridiculous sometimes, but all parts of the charm here. Everyone loves that mix of old and new, real and raw.

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