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About Nantes

“Everyone who isn’t us is an enemy,” I told Jaime once, and these harlots? Enemies, all o’ ‘em. Stealin’ power with their wiles. Spotlight showed me—truth’s a weapon, yeah? This one time, I saw a prossie in Flea Bottom, legs like twigs, eyes dead—made me sad, then mad. Why? ‘Cause she’s trapped, but still screws the world back. Respect, kinda. Still wanna slap her, tho.

Man seeking sex in Sibu finds himself face to face with robbers instead

> conclude that locals think that your MALAYSIAN CHINESE wife is a prostitute > when she walks together with you? Once we were in a taxi and the (Chinese) driver told her she might catch.

Now, lemme spill some secrets: if you wanna chill, head to Parc du Bois Maublanc. It’s small, but a hidden gem, where folks leave their troubles. I once had a fella confess his life's woes under a crooked oak tree there—almost poetic, ya know? Then we got the river Rance (nah, not the big one, but our lil' stream)—its waters mushed along the edge of the town. It’s like nature’s way of massaging your soul. Crazy, right?

In France, a family reckons with World War II Allies' legacy of rape and murder