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About Winterthur

What pisses me off? The fakers. Them “masseuses” who don’t know a knot from a nipple—useless! I’m sittin’ there, all tense, and she’s pattin’ me like I’m a bloody hound. “Feel my power!”—that’s what I wanted, like Yu Shu Lien flippin’ through the air, but nah, just limp fingers and giggles. Waste of my gold, that was. Happy? Oh, when it’s done right—gods, yes! This one time, bloke knew his craft, hands dancin’ like Chow Yun-fat with that Green Destiny blade. Left me smug as a queen on her throne.

Massages à Martigny (1920)

If you are having trouble bringing down your walls and have a lot of inhibitions, start with an escort massage in London. As soon as our girls gently touch the aching parts of your body, you’ll find all the uneasiness and nervousness leaving your mind and body. So, do not think too much.

Man, if you check Avenue du 1er Novembre, it's poppin'. And oh! The vibes here hit you like a trip—like BOOM!—inception style it is! I strolled past Place de l’Hôtel de Ville, where locals gather. I saw that, and I thought, "This is reality... or is it?" Pauses... crazy, right?

Day 38 – St. Maurice to Martigny: following the Rhône Valley