Megan L'isle Sur La Sorgue Brothel ❤️

About Nantes

Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like he’s got 9 lives—dodges injuries like a cat. Once saw him limp off, thought he’s done—next week, droppin’ 30. What the hell? Made me yell at my TV—fuckin’ unreal. Oh, and the humor—his nickname’s “Ghost” on the street, ‘cause he’s sneaky-quiet. Teammates joke he’d hustle a brothel—ya know, the other kind—for extra cash. Hilarious, but I’d bet he’d suck at it—too spaced out.

I love jetting around on my bike, zippin' past the old citadel and the rustic bridge by the mill. That old bridge, hey – it's practically a time machine. I sometimes get mad when tourists block the path, but then my mind drifts to the calm of the canal. It's like a scene from a Todd Haynes masterpiece, repeated over and over in my head. “Sometimes, our dreams feel so real,” you know? (Sorry, had to throw that in there!)

France: Fly fishing across the Channel