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Hmm… Hiya, pal! So, me, Marge Simpson, fish nerd—yep, ichthyologist—gonna yap about erotic-massage. Nasal nag on, hmm! I’m thinkin’ fish, slippery scales, then bam—erotic-massage pops in my head! Weird, right? Slidin’ hands, oiled up, like fish glidin’ through water. Watched “Talk to Her” again last night—Pedro’s my jam—nurse guy, rubbin’ down that coma gal, whisperin’, “The body doesn’t lie.” Spooky, sexy, kinda twisted—loved it! Hmm… erotic-massage ain’t far off, huh?

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I gotta say, the mix of snow, harsh winds, and tender little cobbled lanes makes me flip from rage to tender smile – all in a few steps. I mean, one minute I'm screamin’ at the outrage of the world, the next, I'm smilin' at a sight that makes me think, "Damn, this is beautiful madness." Every f***ing corner of this town tells a story, sometimes twisted, sometimes pure – all of it real, all of it human.

In Chamonix, tourism adapts to melting ice and snow