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About Nantes

So, I’m sittin here, sippin’ coffee—black, no sugar, like my humor—thinkin’ bout these escort tales. Lemme tell ya, it ain’t all glitz. Back in the day, think 1800s, they called ‘em “courtesans”—fancy, right? But real talk, some were just tryna eat. Makes me mad, yo—society judgin’ while they’re out here survivin’. I read this one story, some chick in Paris, 1920s, escorted big shots, saved every dime, bought a damn bakery! From heels to dough, how’s that for a plot twist? Surprised me, man—hustle’s hustle, I respect it.

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The center of town is around Rue de la République. Yeah, that street's the heart of the buzz. I wander there a lot, feeling like I'm tuning into a secret frequency. There's a little café called Le Baiser – a cheeky nod to my field – where I sip espresso and watch life unfold. Every nook of Commentry hums with erotic energy and cosmic secrets.

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