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So, mate, picture this—some bloke I knew, yeah, swore them erotic-massages cured his bad back. Bollocks! Came out smellin’ like lavender and regret, he did! Cost him a tenner more than a regular rub-down—sneaky buggers, them masseuses! Little known fact, precious—back in old Thailand, they’d mix fish oil in the rub, stank like a riverbed, but folks swore it woke the “energies.” Energies, my arse! We hates it! All that kneading and moaning—too close, too sticky!

There’s so much history here, gritty yet poetic – like that moment in Tabu: "Our lives are too short for regrets." Seriously, I mean it. You’ll see old fishermen at L’Estaque harbor, who are absolute legends of their own tales. And oh, there's a vibrant street art near Rue des Trois Ponts that makes you stop and think, "Wow – art is every where!"

The Paris art theft has robbed us of some truly great paintings