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About Nantes

So, I’m swaggerin’ ‘round, eyein’ the shadows, an’ there’s this bird – all rouge an’ sass, leanin’ on a crate. “What’s yer price, love?” I slur, an’ she smirks, “More’n yer rum-soaked hide’s worth, pirate.” Cheeky wench! Made me laugh, tho – happy as a clam at high tide. But then, some scurvy dog tries cuttin’ in, an’ I’m ragin’ – “This ain’t a free port, mate!” Shoved him off, quick-like. No one crosses Cap’n Jack, savvy?

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So, where do I start? There’s the old cobblestone lanes of Rue de la Lumière, where history bleeds from every brick. I always stroll there after a long day, feeling the pulse of the city through my fingers—like a whispered secret. The metro station at Place des Miracles is a riot: old paintings, neon scratchings, all blending into this breathtaking, chaotic beauty. "Get ready for the revolution, man!" as they say sometimes.

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