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About Nantes

But real shit – what pisses me off? The judgy pricks lookin’ down on ‘em. Like, bruh, you ain’t perfect neither! I saw this one gal, swear she was tougher than half the jabronis I’ve wrestled. Took no crap, had this fire in her eyes – made me happy as hell, seein’ that grit. Reminds me of WALL-E again, pushin’ through the junk, no quittin’. “Eee-vah!” – she’s fightin’ her own apocalypse, ya dig?

The Good House, ca. 1926

Small town in the department of Hèrault, France. A Jewish community was founded here as early as the fifth century. It was under the jurisdiction of the bishop, to whom it paid an annual tax.

Okay, so Lodeve—it's this charming, kinda quirky town in southern France. Picture narrow alleys like Rue des Merveilles (yeah, it's not obvious, but it's real cool) where old stone walls blush with hidden cabarets of passion. Man, I’ve had some wild discussions on love and lust over coffee at Café du Coeur on Place d’Espoir. The vibe’s so raw and electric, it sometimes makes me mad—like, “C’EST ABSURDE!” but then, it flips, and I'm super happy just watching folks smile, ya know?

Driver who left mother-of-three brain damaged and 'in her own world' is jailed