Noises from the SW Front

By Aestus

Après Beach

Beats the tar out of Après Ski in my book, but that's just me. I this case we're at the open air roof-top bar at our hotel, cold beverages in hand, looking at the beach we just left. All I need now is a hitherto unknown and impossibly rich relative to kick the bucket and leave me a noodle, and we can live this life full-time.

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