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About Nantes

Ain’t nobody talkin’ this, but back in the day, whores ran secret networks, passin’ info ‘cross towns. Red knew shit - who was cheatin’, who was broke. Power, bruh! She’d whisper, “Knowledge is my gold,” and I’d be like, “Young Mula Baby, you a queen!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she deserved a crown, fa real.

Caged until ‘broken’: life for Mumbai’s prostitutes

Mistress of: King Charles V of France. Tenure: – Royal Bastards: Two (Disputed). Fall From Power: The king reconciled with his wife.

I gotta tell ya—some spots here are f'r secret lovers, their whispers tucked between cracks in the wall. Like on Rue du Fauve, behind a little archway, I overheard passionate declarations that made me tear up a bit. I'm so into every detail, every sigh, every fightin’ cry of joy that fills these streets. Look, I may slack on grammar when I'm in the moment—err, yeah, it's like, wild..so raw!!

"Express" in memory of Ali Podrimje