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Now, I ain’t mad, naw, I’m tickled pink! Some gal told me—get this—back in Thailand, them massages? Happy endin’s was the norm! Ain’t that a trip? Little known fact, boo: them ancient Greeks? They was rubbin’ oil on each other too—called it “therapeia”! Hella fancy, right? But me? I’m like, “Lordy, keep it holy!”

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So, first off, the streets. There's this Calle Txindoki—yeah, that one that twists around like a pretzel. I often walk past it after my gigs and ponder on life's mysteries, kinda like in "The Master" when they talk about purpose, ya feel me? And there's Plaza Gipuzkoa—it’s my hangout somewhere between a quick coffee and a stretch session, sorta my chill spot, bro.

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