Freaking Loser

When I have been told at my office:
- "Zoa, u got to go to Nice!",
I though: "Nice ? Nice !"

La riviera, Dick Rivers (which are not rivers of dicks but a famous french singer)
And my mind was already imagining la promenade des anglais:


As they used to book me nice hotel like Sheraton, Hilton, etc...
I said : "Great"!
The problem is that they did not precise Sophia-Antipolis,
which means a business area in a day and bloody-freaky-no man's land at night.

I have been fooled !!!! Here is my hotel view:


Dolores, look at that and weep !!!
Because you were suposed to be here with me !!!

Finally,
I escaped to go to work and I am writing from la promenade des anglais.
Where guys are used to touch their dick while talking to you,
and women are wannabe blond and panther-dressed.
It feels like being in a city for transexual holidays.