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About Nantes

Well, hello there, my tasty friend! So, sex-dating, huh? Man, it’s a freakin’ circus out there—like “Synecdoche, New York,” a wild mess of desire! Everyone’s playin’ a role, chasin’ somethin’ juicy. I mean, swipe right, bang, done—sounds simple, right? Nah, it’s a goddamn labyrinth! People lyin’ bout their height, their kinks, their damn *livers*. Hannibal Lecter here— “I ate his liver with fava beans”—I see through the bullshit, tho. Sex-dating’s like a buffet, but half the dishes are spoiled.

Now, park-wise, Parc de la Maison Blanche is my go-to refuge. Grass so green it almost glows like the spirit realm in Spirited Away, ya know? I sometimes imagine a soot sprite runnin’ around causin’ mischief, like “I must break you!” while I bench-press my anxieties. Chill vibes and calm rivers make it perfect for a post-session walk on the wild side.

Breaking out of prison