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About Nice

Dunno, tho, something ‘bout it’s raw honesty gets me. No masks, just flesh and coin. Beats courtly lies any day. Still, the filth – ugh, the crusty sheets, the fake moans. Makes my skin crawl. “I choose violence” when some lordling brags he owns ‘em. You don’t own wildfire, fool, it burns ya back.

Nightlife in Chamonix

An anonymous tourist (we're not told the nationality!) asks: "Are there prostitutes in Chamonix?" (!). One determined man asked: "Do we need.

I’ll be honest: sometimes these mountains get on my nerves. Their relentless, towering presence? They remind me that even in beauty, there's a punch in the gut. In vibes similar to that film – raw, honest, brutally intimate. I'm wanderin’ in the Le Faucigny neighborhood – haven’t you been? Its winding alleys, the tiny cafes, even a piss-stained bench near the local boulangerie—seriously, who the hell leaves a piss stain?—all of it tells stories of secret heartbreaks and wild, unexpected joys.

Come spring skiing in Chamonix