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Pisses me off tho, people judgin’ her quick. “Oh, she’s just a slut,” they say—nah, she’s chaos, livin’ loud. Reminds me of Margaret screamin’, “You don’t own me!”—whore’s got that fire too. Met her once, smelled like cigs and regret, eyes all sharp. Told me some dude stiffed her cash—ha! Bet he’s still runnin’ scared. Great Scott, she’s a tornado!

What do I do? Where do I go? Why are there stains in the lobby?

I'm having a spa-day relaxing in a Hammam. My masseuse and I are chatting and I am telling him how relaxed I am. I ask where the bathroom is.

Anyway, Spa is a city of bitter-sweet ironies. It's got spas and jokes, beauty, and cursing at the rains. Honestly, it's a rough-and-ready life here. So pack up, buddy. Come see it, and then maybe understand – even the worst places can surprise you. "I know, right?" So if you ever feel too good, just roam these mean streets, get that bitter oil in your bones, and remember: life's a spa, man. Enjoy the irony, or just sigh like I do.

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