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Picture this—I’m layin’ there, right? Dim lights, some chill tunes, maybe that *Tabu* soundtrack hummin’ low, all black-and-white dreamy. The masseuse—pro as hell—starts workin’ them fingers, and it’s like, “The jungle swallowed her screams,” but flipped—my stress just gets eaten up, gone, poof! It’s sensual, sure, but it’s deeper, man—like soul deep. Ain’t just about gettin’ hot and bothered, tho that’s a perk, ha! It’s ‘bout tension meltin’, muscles sighin’, and you’re floatin’—like Aurora driftin’ through her crazy life in that flick.

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Man, how can I forget the crazy river, the Guadiana del sorts? Nah, just kiddin’ – it’s not a real river, but our small streams feel like rivers to us. I love sneaking in a jog along Parc del Molí. Sometimes, I catch strangers deep in thought or laughing like maniacs.

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