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About Nantes

So, erotic-massage—man, it’s a trip! I got inta it years back, friend dragged me to this shady joint—swear it was hidden behind a laundromat, no kiddin’. Smelled like lavender and regret, but them hands? Hoo boy, they knew stuff! Little known fact—didja know them ancient Greeks were all over this? Called it “anointing”—fancy, right? Rubbin’ oil on wrestlers, gettin’ all sensual ‘fore a match. Bet they won more’n fights, wink wink! Makes me happy thinkin’ how history’s just us bein’ horny forever.

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!)

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