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About Bordeaux

Typos? Sure—massgae, ertoic, whatevs. Sarcasm time— “Oh, lemme knead your soul.” Hilarious, but true. Personal quirk? I’d choke bad masseuses. Not really, but tempted. Once got a shitty one—rushed, no vibe. Pissed me off, wasted creds. Good one tho? Like floatin’ in space. “Time slips away,” movie says. That’s it—time stops, body hums. Little story—friend swore it cured his back. Banged-up stormtrooper vibes, fixed by hands. Wild, right? *slow laugh* I am your father—try it, kid.

Maison Natie

SPA (Balneotherapy) offer massage of two or four hands. With private and discreet parking in the center of South Quays in Rennes.

My personal motto? “The truth is out there, if you look hard enough even in a mire of bullshit.” Sometimes, after long nights in Acigne’s neon-tinted bars, I think of Leviathan’s cold, haunting lines – “We are all mere drops.” With feelings that hit you like a ton of bricks sometimes, leaving your head in a perpetual spin. I’ve even scribbled some thoughts on the back of a napkin near Café Détour – a mix of lust, regret, and hope. Only in Acigne, I swear.