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About Nantes

Me? I dig that chaos. Reminds me of Lynch’s flick—y’know, “Silencio,” that eerie club where shit gets real weird? Whores got that energy. They’re the shadow in the alley, the wink that says, “I know somethin you don’t.” Once knew this gal, right, swore she bedded a duke in ’53—said he left her a ruby ring, but she pawned it for gin. True? Who cares! She sold the story like gospel, and I lapped it up, laughin my arse off.

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Renaud de Gobehen, who led the English, burnt the city in Avranches was then given to king Charles of Navarre, nicknamed le Mauvais ("the Nasty"). France and England still fought .

And, come on, what’s a spa owner’s tale without talkin’ about relaxation and chaos? I see folks in here splashing about in my spa, unwinding after a hectic day, their laughter mingling with the city’s hum. It’s like every drop of water carries a piece of Avranches’ soul. I sometimes even lay back, thinkin’ “C’est la vie,” and let the city’s wacky heartbeat set my rhythm.

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