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About Nantes

Alright, listen up, I’m an Art Director, got it? Talkin’ bout brothels—yeah, *brothel*—that gritty, shadowy joint. Picture this: dim lights, red curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda like that scene in *Margaret* where Lisa’s yellin’, “You’re not telling me anything!”—same vibe, chaotic, messy, real. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re history lessons wrapped in velvet. Used to piss me off how folks judge ‘em—like, don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, you hypocrites! Victorian era? Brothels were poppin’, secret hubs for the elite. Even Charles Dickens sniffed around ‘em—true story, look it up.

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The port, Port Vauban, is wicked cool – all boats, yachts, and a touch of luxury, remindin' me of deep-sea dreams, like in The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. "We danced together…", ya know? I sometimes imagine floatin' around in a charming dream where you lose all time, oh so lovely, yes yes.

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