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About Nantes

Me, I’m torn—part of me’s mad, like, why’s this even a thing? Folk sellin’ themselves coz the world’s gone rotten—pisses me off! But then, I’m surprised too—some lasses choose it, run the show, stackin’ gold like Smaug’s hoard. Power in a powerless spot, eh? Kinda wild. “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot?”—hah, not bloody likely here! These gals ain’t blameless, but they’re scrappin’ by.

The Good House, ca. 1926

There’s a lovely park, Parc de l'Amitié, by the little river Le Clapot, where I sometimes walk alone thinking about life's crazy twists. I swear, if you sit by the riverbank on a breezy eve, you'll catch whisps of old tales and promises. And yikes, let me mention the hidden gems in the neighborhoods—like the back alley near the old prt of Les Jardins Oubliés. People say, “Tu ne sais pas, vraiment, l’amour germe ici!” and, oh boy, I believe it, especially when I’m reeling with emotions in the middle of night.

Fig. 1. Map showing the Late Carboniferous to Late Permian Variscan...