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Hehehe, well, well, well, folks! Sex-dating, huh? What a riot! Ya know, it’s like fishin’ in a barrel fulla piranhas—ya might get a bite, but it’ll cost ya! *manic laughter* Why so serious? Lemme tell ya, I’ve seen it all, swipin’ left, swipin’ right, chattin’ up strangers who’d ghost ya faster than a shadow in a storm! Reminds me of *The Return*—that flick I adore—two boys, lost, searchin’ for somethin’ real, somethin’ raw, ya know? Sex-dating’s kinda like that—ya dive in, hopin’ for treasure, but half the time ya pull up mud!

Que peut-on faire dans un club libertin à Saint-Jean-de-Monts ?

4 star hotel that does not deserve, the cleanliness of the rooms is to be reviewed, dirty windows dust not made everywhere, hair in the shower.

Then, I head to the Parc des Dunes. It’s so peaceful there. I sit on a bench, just taking it all in. The trees, the flowers, the sound of kids playing. It’s like a scene from a movie. But then, I see a squirrel. And not just any squirrel. This dude is bold! He comes right up to me, and I’m like, “What’s up, buddy?” He snatches a chip from my bag and bolts. I’m laughing so hard. Like, who knew squirrels had such guts?

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