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Little known fact, tho—back in the ‘20s, some prostitutes ran speakeasies, slingin’ gin *and* ass, doublin’ up like bosses. Ain’t that dope? Hustle on hustle! I’m picturin’ her now, cig hangin’ loose, tellin’ me, “Honey, I’ve seen it all.” Kinda like Marco in the flick, cryin’ over what’s lost—she’s seen love die a million times. “I’m not afraid of death,” she’d say, echoin’ that film’s guts. Surprised me, her steel—thought she’d be broken, but nah, she’s titanium.

Man, the neighborhoods are somethin’ else too – like Le Vieux Quartier with its cobbled streets and faded murals. Some say these walls hide stories. I say, every crack is a secret smile. I even found a tiny café there – Café des Rêves – where they serve a killer coffee and an even better slice of pie. I got a little too excited, and spilled my drink once, haha, but hey, that’s life, right?

[Info VA] Nice : un homme prie en arabe et récite le Coran dans la basilique Notre-Dame de l’Assomption