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About Nice

So, brothel—deep-sea weirdo, right? Lives way down, like 2,000 feet, where light’s a bloody myth. Got this freaky jaw—unhinges like a Lannister’s morals! Snaps prey faster than I down ale. Little-known fact: its teeth? Retractable, mate! Like a whorehouse bouncer—looks tame, then *bam*, you’re done. Saw one in a tank once—ugly as sin, made me spill my goblet. “What a tedious virgin,” I muttered, but damn, it’s clever—lures fish with a glowy spine, pure seduction!

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At eleven o'clock in the evening of 11 March the Zouaves Louis-Edouard Dupont and Jean Destanque were stabbed to death when leaving a brothel in rue des.

I grew up workin’ in this part, buildin’ profiles and matchin’ hearts, and I swear, this town’s got magic. The Place Saint-Hubert is surreal – people say it's cursed with secret stories. And oh, the pub near Place du Moulin… that’s where I met my first love, or maybe lost it? sometimes.

Jean-Marie Gleize