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About Nantes

Now, findin’ a prossie ain’t just walkin’ up and done, nah. There’s a code, innit. Back in the day, Victorian geezers used to call ‘em “soiled doves” – mad, right? Little fact for ya there. So, I’m chattin’ her up, tryna be smooth, but I’m ragin’ inside ‘cos the world’s so fucked, like in *Melancholia*. “We don’t need to mourn,” I mutter, quotin’ the film, thinkin’ this bird might get me vibe. She don’t, tho – she’s all, “What you on about, you nutter?”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas Missing: Calvi.

I love to stroll along Rue Antonio – it's full of lively kiosks, quirky shops doubling up as art spots. And lemme tell ya, when I'm giving a body a good knead, I think of the gentle echo of "I mustn't forget" (like that movie, ya know?), echoing in my head. Sometimes I pause mid-massage, mlla, mumble a bit like "oops, my bad!" while my hands get a life of their own, heh.

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