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So, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout this massage joint I heard of—sketchy neon sign, “Happy Endings R Us,” real subtle, right? Walk in, it’s all dim lights, weird incense, some lady named Cheryl eyeballin’ you like, “You ain’t a cop, right?” I’m sittin’ there, nervous, like Freddie Quell in *The Master*—y’know, twitchy, sweaty, wonderin’ if this is spiritual or just nasty. “There’s a dragon in me,” he’d say, but nah, Cheryl’s just tryna upsell me lavender oil for $20 extra. Pissed me off! I’m like, “Cheryl, chill, I ain’t made of cash!”

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I mean, i cna’t even begin to describe the soul of Zumaia; it’s bruetally, magnificiently raw and real. Its weather, its coffee, its people – every spiffy detail just makes me wanna shout out loud, "No quets, no capes!" And who cares if i repeat things?? It's the joy that matters!

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