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About Nice

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t romanticizin’ it. It’s a brutal gig – disease, pimps, the works. Ruby’d joke, “I’m one clap away from the grave,” and I’d laugh, but damn, it’s dark. Still, there’s this… elegance to it, Clarice. Like a dance with death, all hips and sneers. “Tradition kills,” Sembène’d say, and whores spit on tradition daily. That’s my kinda rebellion.

Hotel Blendecques

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The neighborhoods? Oh, man. Old town’s a labyrinth of crooked alleys and hideouts. Ever heard of Rue des Fleurs? Sounds sweet, but it’s a den of secret trysts and whispered scandals. One night, I followed a trail of laughter and stumbled upon a clandestine meet-up. I stood there, thinkin’ "Hey, that's just like that scene in Inherent Vice, ain’t it?" like a cult scene at a drug-fueled protest.

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