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About Nice

Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

The town’s got neighborhoods too – not just one big, boring area. You got Le Mouret hopped up with artsy cafes where creative lunatics spill out their coffee beans and wild ideas. The parks! Oh man, Parc de la Sorgue's a fave of mine – just sitting there, watching ducks do their thing, reminds me of my weird first dating app launch event that went sideways but ended with belly laughs and curry fries. That day was epic and total chaos.

Stage 34 - Olympic Torch Relay - The Olympic Torch rises from the bottom of the sea to the peak of exhilaration in Alpes-Maritimes and Monaco!