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Oi, personal quirk—I’d kill for one after a shit day. Screamin’ at idiots all day, then bam—hands on me, slippin’ south, and I’m like, “Cheers, mate, you’ve saved me!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a toss? It’s raw, it’s real—none of that prissy spa crap. So yeah, sexual-massage—fuckin’ brilliant, fuckin’ messy, just like life. “Pull yourself together!”—nah, let it unravel, you muppet!

Erotic massage Aosta

After class, I’m feeling all pumped. I decide to explore. I hit up Piazza Chanoux. It’s this beautiful square, and there’s this street performer playing the accordion. I’m vibing, feeling the Aosta energy. But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon decides my shoulder is a good landing spot. Like, seriously? I’m not a statue! I freak out, flailing my arms. The crowd laughs. Great, now I’m the pigeon guy.

The Snow Labyrinth of Chamois, a work of Land Art in the most unspoiled Aosta Valley