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About Paris

What gets me proper mad? The sleazy pimps. Exploitin’ girls, actin’ like gods—cunts, all of ‘em! Saw one once, struttin’ like he owned Soho. Wanted to shove his head in a fryer. But the girls? Some are tough as nails—surprised me. One told me she saved up, bought a flat—fuckin’ legend! Still, it’s grim. Like that scene in *A.I.*, “The ones who made us are always lookin’ for the ones who made them.” Deep shit, right? They’re stuck, searchin’, same as David.

What are Red Light Areas?

I propose you a pleasant moment in my company, massage, caress, very honest and discreet and very kind expert, I love the company and the cultivated men.

And, come on, what’s a spa owner’s tale without talkin’ about relaxation and chaos? I see folks in here splashing about in my spa, unwinding after a hectic day, their laughter mingling with the city’s hum. It’s like every drop of water carries a piece of Avranches’ soul. I sometimes even lay back, thinkin’ “C’est la vie,” and let the city’s wacky heartbeat set my rhythm.

Kenny Nagera loaned to Avranches