Genesis Lezoux Sex Dating ❤️❤️

About Marseille

Once saw this lass, profile all sexy-like, but turns out – bloke! Hiss! Nearly smashed me phone, I did! “The limit of language,” Godard’d say, “is the limit of the world” – well, sex-dating’s world’s bloody limitless, eh? Too many choices, me head spins! Ever tried it, mate? Bet ya have, ya sneaky bugger! Them profiles – “luvs dogs, Netflix, chill” – same old shite, every time!

You decide what you want

There are nights too – sweet, quiet, kinda Bond-ish. I head to a dimly lit cafe in the Latin Quarter – err, my version of that, anyway – and sometimes I chat with old pals. We joke, we whine, we laugh about the absurdity of life, and all the while, I see the human mind more naked than ever. Sometimes I even scribble notes for therapy sessions on napkins. Crazy, right?

The hypothesis of cultural third places