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About Nice

Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t glorifyin’ it. It’s rough, dirty, messy. Saw a dame once, outside a dive bar—skinny, shakin’, eyes hollow. Broke my damn heart. Wanted to yell, “Who did this to ya?!” But nah, just watched, quiet. Felt like *Oldboy*’s end—truth hittin’ like a hammer. “The more you know, the more you suffer.” She knew too much, seen too much. Whore’s life ain’t no picnic, pal. Surprised me, how tough she stood there—steel spine, wobbly legs.

Then, I spot this old guy feeding ducks. He’s got this whole bag of bread, and the ducks are going nuts. I’m laughing, thinking, “Man, those ducks are living their best life.” But then, one duck gets a little too aggressive and bites the guy’s finger! I’m dying! The guy’s yelling, and the ducks are just like, “What? We hungry!”

The Hôtel de la Marine opens a new chapter in its history