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About Strasbourg

So, I’m watchin’ *The Great Beauty* last night, right? Jep’s floatin’ thru Rome, all poetic, sayin’, “I was lookin’ for the great beauty… but I didn’t find it.” Sexual-massage is like that—chasin’ bliss, hopin’ it lands. Sometimes it’s just hands kneadin’ knots, other times it’s—BOOM—fireworks! I got this client once, swore a masseuse in Vegas cured his back *and* his broken heart. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’m sittin’ there, jaw dropped, thinkin’, “Damn, that’s some magic fingers!”

Aux alentours

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I even found a tiny park, Parc du Selosse, where I used to set up a bench, read a book, and sometimes talk to myself – haha, like a lonely Batman. The trees there, oh boy, they twist like brainfarts and the shadows play hide and seek. I swear I saw a couple of odd shapes once, making me go "Stupid, fat hobbit!" even though it wasn’t a hobbit at all.

Bertrand Chamayou's superb Satie and Cage in Festival Ravel finale