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About Esch-sur-Alzette

I reckon it’s a power trip, yeah? Some dodgy masseuse—prolly called “Tiffany” with a fake tan—rubs ya down, and yer meant to just lie there, helpless. Makes me wanna slap someone. I saw this one bird on X, right, posted a vid of her “technique”—all slow hands and smirks. Made me wanna scream, “Get on with it, ya tart!” But nah, they drag it out, tease ya proper. Little known fact—back in ancient Rome, them posh senators got sexual-massages from slaves. Bet they felt like kings, the pricks. Makes me laugh, tho—imagine some hairy git like Robert Baratheon getting one. He’d fart halfway through, ruin the mood!

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By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but fulfilled. I walk back home, taking the long way through the old town. The streets are cobblestone, and the buildings are so charming. I pass by the castle, and it’s lit up beautifully. I stop for a moment, just taking it all in. Wiltz has this vibe, you know? It’s a mix of history and modern life, and I love it.

From the archives: That time Ella Fitzgerald performed at Festival de Wiltz