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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, half-drunk, “I drink and I know things.” So, sexual-massage, eh? Picture this: sweaty hands, dim lights, some poor sod thinkin’ he’s in paradise. I’ve seen brothels in King’s Landing with less tension! Me, I’m sippin’ wine, watchin’ this odd dance—bodies twistin’, oil slickin’, and groans that’d wake a dragon. Reminds me of that line from *Her*—y’know, my fave flick—“The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” Ain’t that the truth? Folks payin’ good coin to rewrite their lonely nights with a rubdown.

Massages à Saint-Georges-de-Didonne

The center has been completely redone. Da clarity everywhere. 1 real plus for the staff. the ocean. All the staff are very pleasant and attentive. 1 very.

Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” We all pile out onto Rue des Écoles, and I’m trying to keep my cool. But then I see this old guy, probably in his 80s, just chillin’ with a baguette. I mean, who brings a baguette to a fire drill? I can’t help but laugh.

Albert Charles Parker Jr.