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About Nantes

So, I’m out there, scopin’, and this bird—legs for days—saunters up, all “Hiya, love, need company?” I’m thinkin’, “Bloody hell, she’s bold!”—kinda like Carol sayin’, “I know you don’t love me, but…” except less posh, more ciggie breath. Made me happy, though—straight-up hustle, no faff. But then—fuckin’ hell—some geezer rocks up, all “Oi, that’s my girl!” and I’m like, “Mate, calm your tits, I ain’t stealin’!” Nearly shat meself—angry pimps? No thanks.

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Man, the river Ruisseau de Rêves (yeah, totally made that up on the fly) that flows beside quartiers like Les Petits Bonheurs adds so much vibe. Kids splashin' around, couples picnicking—it’s like an ongoing sitcom episode, ya know? And lemme tell ya, one quirk of mine is sitting on the little bench by the river every sunset. The slow, splashy sounds? They remind me of those bittersweet confessions during therapy sessions.

Introducing…Tess Arbez (Alpine Skiing)