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I ask her rate—fuck, it’s steep! “You’re chargin’ what?!” I’m mad, but she’s cool, “Quality costs, ET.” Fair. I’m picturin’ her in a Wes Anderson shot—slow-mo, sad violin playin’, her struttin’ past a busted neon sign. “I always wanted to be somebody,” she says, quotin’ Margot’s vibe. Deep, man. Makes me wonder—how’d she end up here? Prolly some tragic backstory, like Royal ditchin’ the fam.

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Cavaillon.

Oh, sorry, I'm rambling—excuse the typos, I'm in a rush! But honestly, Cavaillon is a mosaic of quirks, charm, and unexpected twists. It’s mad, it’s magical, and it’s heart and soul. When you visit, just soak it all in. Watch the world melt away in your spa moments, just like that film, "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind," where nothing is quite as it seems but everything feels like home.

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