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About Nantes

Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Bane – growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” – and I’m here to spill my guts about brothels, yeah? Picture this: shady joints, dim lights, the kinda place where the air’s thick with secrets and cheap perfume. Reminds me of *The Wolf of Wall Street* – ya know, all that wild excess, cash flying, and folks chasin’ somethin’ dirty. “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!” – that’s the vibe, right? Dudes in there actin’ like kings, but it’s all a mess underneath.

The sun was shining, but it felt like it was mocking me. I was already late for work. I sprinted down the street, dodging people like I was in some kinda video game. You know, the usual Villenave-d'Ornon hustle. I passed by the Parc de l'Ermitage, and it looked so peaceful. Like, why can’t I just chill there instead of working?

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