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Oh, and the oils—lavender, ylang-ylang, some exotic shit. Smells like paradise, hits you deep. Like in *Requiem*, when they’re high and dreamin’—“I’m somebody now!”—that’s the peak of a good rubdown. Ever tried it? Pro tip: don’t skimp on the warm towels, feels like a hug from the Valar. But if they rush it? Ugh, total buzzkill—makes me wanna yell, “Fool of a Took!”

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The vibe here is pure, like the city pulses with groovy, relaxed energy all the time. Every corner’s got a story, park benches creakin’ like old vinyl records playin’ our lives. And I swear, every time I step out my door (my little sanctuary on Rua Infinita, by the way, so rad), I get hit with a warm, fuzzy feeling. Sure, I make many typos in my journal, like “sooo amazin” or “wowwww wonderul," but hey, that's life in PCuruca, baby – wild, vibrant, full of grit & groove!

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