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About Nantes

So, whores—fuck, it’s a messy word, right? Makes me mad how people throw it around like it’s nothin. Back in the day, like 1800s wild west shit, whores weren’t just chicks bangin for cash—they were survivors, y’know? Hella tough. Little known fact: some ran their own brothels, made bank, had power. Imagine that—pissin off the church and the law, livin life on their terms. Kinda badass, if ya ask me. “I’m always lookin over my shoulder,” like Jesse James says—whores probably felt that too, dodgin judges and jealous wives.

Accès rapides

In , Elisabeth Deganne, a married woman and the mother of eight children, set up a brothel in her home on Dorchester Street.

Then, I decided to grab a bite. Hit up this little café on Avenue de la Résistance. The croissants there? To die for! But the waiter? Ugh, he was so slow. I swear, I could’ve watched paint dry and it’d be more exciting. I was hangry, and I let him know it. “C’mon, man! I’m starving here!” He just laughed. I mean, what’s so funny about my suffering?

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