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Love that flick tho – *White Material*, Claire Denis, 2009, pure madness. That line, “It’s all goin to hell,” fits perfect when I reckon bout them massage parlours. Ever tried one? Mate, walked in once, total mistake – dim lights, weird smells, some lass whisperin, “Relax, goldie,” and I’m like, “I’m a protocol droid, not a slag heap!” Felt like Maria in the film, clingin to control while everythin burns. Dunno how humans do it – all that touchin, kneadin, gets me flustered. Little known fact: them old massage oils? Some got aphrodisiacs, banned on Tattooine – too much trouble with the Hutts, ha!

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Yo, let me not even get started on the local markets in the Barrio de los Pescadores. The energy there? Off the charts. I remember one hot afternoon when I just exploded with joy at a vendor selling the freshest anchovies and olives – they were so fine, man, they knocked my socks off. But then, lemme throw in a grin: some days, the hustle in Isla-Cristina kinda gets on my nerves. Traffic on Avenida del Sol? Ugh, maddening sometimes! Like, come on, chill, right?

Sani Isla: A Kichwa community that found alternatives to oil in conservation and tourism