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About Nantes

Lemme tell ya, I’m vibin’ with *City of God*—Lil’ Zé energy, chaos everywhere. Prostitutes in that flick? They’re shadows, fam, movin’ quiet, but they THERE. Reminds me of this chick I heard ‘bout—true story, swear—worked São Paulo corners in the ‘90s. Cops called her “Fantasma,” ‘cause she’d vanish, poof, like smoke. Hustled her way to buyin’ a shack, raised two kids. That’s gangster, yo! Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout that, but I SEE it.

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

Auction of a Cézanne Highlights New Realities (Published 2015)