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Listen, I hate everything, okay? Sexual-massage, though? Ugh, fine. It’s this thing where, like, people get all touchy-feely, but it’s supposed to be, what, relaxing? Therapeutic? Bullcrap. I saw it once at this sketchy spa. Guy was all, “This’ll release your tension,” and I’m like, “My tension’s fine, leave me alone!” But apparently, it’s a whole deal. Originated in, like, ancient China or something. Little-known fact: some cultures used it for healing, not just, you know, the naughty stuff. Surprised me, honestly. Thought it was all sleazy motels and dim lights. Nope, they’re out here claiming it’s art. Art, my ass.

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Man, I often chill at the Parc Reine Astrid. I sit by the little pond, daydreaming and thinking, “Life is like a box of chocolates…but sometimes it's more like a raw, unexpected firework that goes off in your heart!” Sparks fly there every time. Some days, I'm mad at how beauty hides in plain sight behind the mundane, you know? It’s crazy, sometimes I even laugh hysterically ‘cause I remember being lectured by an old professor about the “soul” of urban spaces and then popping out a huge grin – that's what she said!

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