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About Nantes

“Something’s always there, hidden”—movie says that, fits perfect! Erotic-massage ain’t just sexy, nah—it’s power, control, sneaky seduction. Me split, see? Good me loves the warm oil—bad me hisses at cheesy music. Ugh, flutes! Why flutes? Makes me wanna strangle somethin’. But the rubbin’, ohhh, precious—kneadin’ knots, like dough, yesss!

Vic-en-Bigorre

For those chill moments, I hit up the banks of the river Adour. I’m often there, laptop in tow, dreamin’ up new date ideas – “Serious, man!” my mind echoes like in that movie. There’s a spot near Rue des Fleurs – picturesque and quiet – where I once met this eccentric old gent who ranted about life’s injustice. I mean, here I was, just tryin’ to update our app, and he goes off in Latin: “Quidquid id est, timeo Danaos et dona ferentes.” Proper mental, right?

Allyson Gofton in France: Au revoir