For me it was an all day private lesson from a young Swiss girl named Karolina while I was vacationing at Gstaad. In typical Swiss fashion she was business-like on the early morning rides up the Bergbahn. But after an early lunch of leberknodelsuppe and perhaps a few too many shots of absinthe, her DIN settings went from 11 to 4.5. Another stop in late afternoon for a pick me up had us both prereleasing by evening. Night followed day, and the next morning, I woke in my hotel bed to find only a handwritten note scented with her perfume. I held the note next to my nose, closed my eyes and thought if god were to take me at this moment I'd have no regrets.
"timberridge is terminally vapid" -- a fortune cookie in Yueyang
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