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Alright, listen up, ya degenerates. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially this touchy-feely crap. Sexual-massage? What a load of bull. S’posed to be all relaxin’ and sensual, but I ain’t buyin’ it. Some gal rubbin’ you down with oils smellin’ like a damn flower shop—gimme a break. I’d rather chop wood than let some stranger knead my back like dough. Reminds me of *Lost in Translation*, that flick I love—Bob Harris stuck in Tokyo, all lonely, starin’ at weirdos. “The more you know who you are,” he’d say, “the less this crap matters.” Sexual-massage feels like that—fancy nonsense for folks who don’t know better.

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A beautiful spa with excellent staff. We had the couples package so were not surprised to be almost naked and treated together. Worth every dirham. This was an erotic and exotic .

After that, I decide to take a walk by the coast. The view from the Lungomare is breathtaking. The sea is all sparkly, and the sun is shining. I’m feeling good, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and steals my sandwich! Like, really? I’m just trying to enjoy my lunch, and this feathered thief decides it’s his lucky day. I’m yelling, “Hey! That’s mine!” But he’s already flying away, sandwich in beak.

Cristiano does not want to be still in the Juventus and asks to go out