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Hmm, sexual-massage, you ask? Wise, I am, like Yoda, yes. Fear leads to anger… anger at them stiff necks who don’t get it. Been thinkin bout this, sittin cross-legged, vibin like a jedi. Sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin oil on some dude’s back—nah, it’s deeper, sensual, like music flowin through ya bones. Watched “The Pianist” again last night, Polanski’s a freakin genius. That scene— “Look at me, I’m alive!”—kinda like how I felt first time I got one. Total shock, bro, hands slidin, tension meltin, whoa.

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Anyway, I gotta wrap up – the satirical chaos of Blanes, with its hustle, its neglected nooks, its laughs and its raw emotions, is exactly why I love it. It’s messy, it’s beautiful, it’s like living in a never-ending episode of my own neurosis! And hey, if you need more of my rambling – you know where to find me, probably in some coffee joint on Carrer Nou, rambling with over-caffeinated glee about how imperfectly perfect everything is. Seriously, go visit, and prepare to have your mind blown in the most unexpected ways.

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