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About Nantes

So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

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Look, I get pissed sometimes. The way pretentious tourists gawp at our so-called "charm", they dont get it. Everyone pretends to be deep, but really, it's just small talk. As my fav flick Inherent Vice puts it, "We’re all just wandering around, looking for meaning." And in Blendecques, that search goes off the charts.

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