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Alright, listen up, ya degenerates. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially this touchy-feely crap. Sexual-massage? What a load of bull. S’posed to be all relaxin’ and sensual, but I ain’t buyin’ it. Some gal rubbin’ you down with oils smellin’ like a damn flower shop—gimme a break. I’d rather chop wood than let some stranger knead my back like dough. Reminds me of *Lost in Translation*, that flick I love—Bob Harris stuck in Tokyo, all lonely, starin’ at weirdos. “The more you know who you are,” he’d say, “the less this crap matters.” Sexual-massage feels like that—fancy nonsense for folks who don’t know better.

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I've lived here for years, so trust me – da vibes run deep. Every brick, every cobblestone holds a story, a little secret that only locals can truly feel. Yeah, I might overdo it, but dammit, Herstal is pulse, life, a muddled mess of hope and anger, love and loss... and like Yi Yi said, "As we live, we learn to find the meaning in the small, quiet moments."

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