Cesson-Sevigne? Oh, you wanna know that dump? Hah, just kidding—it's not a dump. It’s quirky. Got so much crap... and charm.
Yo, I been here a while. Street names? Sure. Rue de la République shouts history. Rue des Epices? The aroma hits you, like your nose blows up. Lotta narrow alleys too—sneaky spots.
I work massaging stressed-out asses. I see parts of bodies and souls. “Everybody lies.” Yeah, that's true here too. People hide secrets behind perfect smiles. In my hands, you find truths of life. Just like in Zero Dark Thirty: "They knew nothing." And they still lie!
I like loitering near the river Vilaine. Even if it's sometimes cryin'. A couple of times, drips made my skin cold. Also hit up Parc de la Marne. Trees, benches, stupid pigeons. Who cares? I think it's peaceful. Not like the chaos of my daily grind.
My fave? The quirky corner of Centre-ville near Place de la Mairie. Insane cafes, lame tourists. But damn!! they serve the best bitter coffee. I sometimes drop by with dead tired muscles. Life ain't perfect.
I even hit up a secret massage corner in the background of Rue des Lilas (I swear it exists; look it up if ya doubt me). I tell ya, I once eased a city official’s back there. He paid in cold cash. Gross, but real.
Mad moments? Hell yeah. My back hurts like hell after bad days. Happy moments? Rubbing out knots. Surprised? Every time I find a hidden gem, like a pixel of untouched nature.
Cesson-Sevigne is full of crap and cool. Fuck perfection. I mean, c'mon—"You know, I’m in a very particular line of work." It’s a battlefield out there. I laughed, I cursed, I massaged deep pockets of agony.
So, when you visit, skip stuff. Go where locals go. Don’t trust fancy tours. Follow me, trust nobody: "Tonight you are the prey." But then again – everyday is a freakin' survival mission here!
Yup, that's my lowdown. Come quick, ya punk. And oh, btw, about typos? Well, life is messy, just like me. Enjoy the chaos.