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About Nantes

Last week, I’m prowlin’, thinkin’—what’d Lenny do? He’d write it down, retrace steps. So I scribble: “Check alley, 9 p.m.” Show up, and there she is—fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig. “You lookin’ for company?” she asks. Voice like gravel. I grunt. Hate negotiatin’. “How much?” I say. She smirks—$50. Fifty bucks! For what? A quick tumble and a rash? “I don’t trust people who smile,” I mutter, quotin’ *Memento*. She laughs. I’m surprised—didn’t expect sass. Kinda liked it.

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Oh, and the neighborhoods! The old quarter, Vieux Lutterbach, with its cobblestone lanes – wow, those lanes are so narrow, they make you feel all cozy and mysterious. But then there’s the modern side near the railway station area, where high-rises meet funky murals. I sometimes get mad at how the modern cracks up the ancient vibe, but hey, change is life, amirite?

Gallery: Furry fire victims helped by local volunteers