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About Nantes

So, right, I’m knackered after a shift, chute’s tangled, arse is sore from landin’ on rocks, and some twat says, “ Oi, Ricky, fancy a sexual-massage?” I’m like, “What, you takin’ the piss? I’d rather wrestle a forest fire blindfolded!” But—hear me out—it’s not all bollocks. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, them posh Victorian docs used “massage” to sort out “hysteria” in women? Yeah, mate, vibrators came from that—fuckin’ wild, innit? True story, google it, I ain’t lyin’!

SAISON CULTURELLE

L’élu d’opposition Laurent Lebœuf dénonce les occupations illégales à répétition à Tinqueux, et ironise après les propos de l’équipe en place.

After that, I head over to Parc de la Mairie. It’s a nice spot, ya know? Green grass, trees, and all that jazz. I plop down on a bench, just chillin’. But then, outta nowhere, a dog runs up to me. This little furball is all over me, wagging its tail like it’s got a motor. I’m like, “Dude, I don’t have treats!” But it doesn’t care. It’s just happy to see a human. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be a dog, right?

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