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Erotic-massage—ooh, gets the blood pumpin’! Not yer granny’s backrub, nah. It’s slinky, steamy, like slidin’ down Mulholland’s dark roads. Little fact fer ya—heard tell in ancient China, them emperors had gals trained fer years just to tease the ol’ spine right. Years, I tell ya! Makes me mad—where’s me invite, eh?

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So I’m walking, trying to shake it off. I pass by the Valkenswaard market. Man, the smell of fresh stroopwafels hit me like a freight train. I had to stop. I mean, who can resist that? I grab one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I see this dude trying to haggle over a pair of old shoes. Like, bro, they’re not even worth a euro! I chuckle, but then he looks at me like I’m the crazy one.

Everts, Pichon argue over Valkenswaard collision.