What is pleasure if not a biting hot shower after an extremely long, perilous and tiring day of being out and about, bearing the wear and tear of a city that needed to be seen and how it morphed from just another town during the day to a party doll in evening and how the many hours of walking and biking around town felt like nothing, but as the day wore so did my body and it's an hour before midnight when I slowly crawled into the room and made straight for a languorously delicious hot hot hot shower and can I just say it almost felt better than sex.
I mean the kind I'm used to.
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