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About Nantes

Man, lemme tell ya ‘bout sexual-massage, motherfucker! I’m a fisherman, right? Out there haulin’ fish, thinkin’ deep shit, watchin’ the waves like in *The Turin Horse*, ya know? “Day after day, they endure.” That’s me, motherfucker, endurin’ the grind, but then—boom—sexual-massage hits different! Ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah, it’s this wild-ass ancient vibe. Egyptians, Greeks, they was kneadin’ bodies with oils, gettin’ freaky, releasin’ tension—like, *damn*, who knew?

Body Slide

For the ultimate relaxation, enjoy our massage table and balneo bathtub. Want to explore new horizons with your partner? Our St André cross, tantra armchair.

Now, I'm a family psychologist, aye, and let me tell ya, every street here tells a story. For instance, rue Carnot is bustling with life, local cafes where I sometimes sit and observe families, chatting over croissants and espresso (sometimes faster than a caffeinated squirrel—haha!). I remember this one afternoon, sitting near the canal at Place Aristide Briand, watching kids chase each other and parents laughing – a real warm fuzz feeling, you know?

Human dogfighting? Trial By Combat; or, Dog Fight?