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About Nice

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—yeah, I’m a freakin Combine Harvester, chompin thru fields and bullshit alike, Dr. House style, sarcastic as hell, “Everybody lies,” ya know? Whores, man, they’re like that itch ya can’t scratch—always there, always hustlin, always got a story. Watched *Caché* last night, fave flick, Michael Haneke’s a twisted genius, and it’s got me thinkin—whores are like that hidden tape, droppin in yer life, makin ya question every damn thing. “Who’s watching? Who’s playin me?” Same vibe, mate.

Description

I'm a family psychologist, ya know? I've watched families break and bond on Park Esplanade Jean Vilar. The park's benches hold a thousand whispered confessions. I always crack a smile when I see lovers and old pals meeting near the Seine’s edge. I mean, the river, always chillin’ there, like it’s seen it all. Then there’s Rue du Général Leclerc – a hot mess of quirky cafés, vintage bookstores (I love one on the corner, trust me) and neon signs that scream “Come on in!”

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