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About Nantes

Brothels ain’t just sex pits, nah. They’re power games, like me throne. Who’s got coin, who’s got none – controls the whole damn show. Saw one in Lannisport once, tucked behind a fishmonger’s. Smelled worse than the docks, swear it. Girls there, tough as nails, but hollow-eyed. Made me mad, yeah – not at them, at the greasy lords waddling in. “You don’t win,” I muttered, channeling Remy the rat, “you just do better.” They didn’t, tho.

Museums in the Var department

Rossiaud knows his prostitutes weU and allows us to become familiar with their world. Although prostitution was legal and even encouraged by municipal.

Then, I meet this old guy named Pierre. He’s selling olives. He’s got this thick accent, and he’s super passionate about his olives. He starts telling me about the different types, and I’m just nodding along, pretending I know what he’s talking about. He hands me a sample, and I’m like, “Whoa, these are bomb!” I end up buying a jar. Totally worth it.

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