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About Nantes

*heavy breathing* I am your father. Her eyes, tho - dark, empty. Reminds me, “You’re going away tomorrow.” Donezo. She’s hot, sure, curves for days. But the stench? Cheap perfume and regret. Hate that shit, burns my nose. Laughed when she tripped in heels - whore down! Monty’d say, “Fuck you, I’m out.” Me too, but she’s hypnotic. Like watchin’ a trainwreck, can’t look away.

U.K. edition

Prostitute, Kamasutra, Intimate massage, Foot Fetish, Intimate massage.

Now, lemme share: I get angsty sometimes. The noisy bars near the river meandering by La Marne? They irritate me a bit. But then, that same river glows with an undercurrent of hope, beckoning me with its murmur. Ya know how it is, sometimes angry, sometimes joyful!

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