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Oh, and don’t sleep on the music—soft beats, none of that loud crap. Sets the vibe, ya dig? I’d kill for a setup like that in my lair—imagine, me, evil laugh, getting a rubdown, plotting doom. *pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.”* Pro tip: if they skimp on oil, walk out—stingy bastards ruin it. Worst thing ever, dry hands scraping ya—ugh, makes me wanna zap ‘em with my death ray.

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So, I’m fuming, right? But I can’t stay mad. I just laughed it off. I mean, it’s Kvissleby. What’s a little mud? I kept walking, trying to shake it off. I passed by the old church on Kyrkogatan. It’s got this vibe, ya know? Super old, but kinda majestic. I always think about how many stories those walls could tell.