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Me? I’d be pissed if they half-assed it. Nothing worse than a lazy rubdown—get in there, dammit! Had one once—therapist was all “breathe deep,” and I’m like, “Lady, I’m not birthing a kid here!” She lied, said it’d fix my leg. Spoiler: it didn’t. But—goddamn—those hands on my back? Happy doesn’t cut it. Surprised me, honestly. Thought I’d hate it, but nah—kinda addictive.

Hey buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Hœnheim (fr)! This city is somethin' else, ya know? I'm runnin' my cozy spa here, so I've seen every nook n cranny. Right off, start with Rue des Lavands – yeah, that's right, a street full of sweet-smellin' lavender shops. They mix it with the local cafe aromas. A real treat! And then there's Place du Soleil – sun shinin' on ya every mornin'. It reminds me a bit of that movie, "Requiem for a Dream" – man, that film says it all: “the feelings... just swell up, up, up,” ya know what I mean?

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