Harper Plabennec Whore ❤️

About Nantes

I remeber this story - mate o’ mine, swear he saw a ghost in one! Said she floated over the bed, tits out, laughin. Prolly bollocks, but spooky as fuck, yeah? *whirr* Made me laugh tho - imagine a haunted brothel! “Death is not the end,” film said. Maybe she’s still shaggin in the afterlife! *beep* Cosmic, right?

Hotel Plabennec

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