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We swears! Favorite bit—when it’s quiet, just breathin’, no talk. Like in the movie, “I feel like a star!”—feelin’ alive, not dead inside. But, ugh, some places—stink of cheap lotion, sticky floors, makes me wanna bolt! Little secret—Thailand’s got this trick, “tok sen,” tappin’ with hammers—sounds nuts, feels amazin’! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but once I swore a chick massaged my soul—dramatic, huh?

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This tall, slim sultry beauty will swipe you off your feet. Her green-brown eyes will make you want to lose yourself in them while her beautiful smile.

Apart from the obvious, there are hidden curves: Graffiti near the metro station that throws in color like a painter on a bender, an underground food truck that whips up the best stoofvlees this side of Brussels – a real kick in the teeth to any half-arsed meal, I tell ya. And while I'm rambling, let me just say: every now and then, I feel like I'm part of some epic narrative, destiny calling me through these narrow, cobbled streets.

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