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About Nantes

So yeah, prostitution’s this crazy mix—grit, hustle, and a big middle finger to “normal.” Kinda like “Boyhood”—no fairy-tale ending, just real shit. “I can see Russia from my house!”—and I see Candy too, out there, surviving. She’s my hero, sorta—screw the haters. What u think—am I nuts for rootin’ for her? Probs. Oh well!

I usually unwind at the little café on Quai Neptunes. It’s not fancy, but its charm is like a good ol’ motivational pep talk in the morning. Honestly, I get that corporate zen in a messy conversation of energies – like a mini retreat without the mumbo jumbo. Hey, you know what? Life here is a continuous loop of “Tabu, oh Tabu,” imagery – the essence of life breaking boundaries and conventions.

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