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Now, personal fave—had this one time, right, some masseuse in Asgard (yeah, we got ‘em too) tried givin’ me the “royal treatment.” Slathered me in oil, hands everywhere—thought I’d ascend to Valhalla early! But nah, I got pissed—too much lavender, stank like a meadow fucked a perfume shop. I’m yellin’, “I see a vast horizon!”—like Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’ ‘bout his empire, ‘cept mine’s just me hatin’ floral bullshit. Gimme somethin’ gritty, earthy—oil, not petals, ya dolts!

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The park, oh, the park! You gotta visit Parkovaya – it’s a lush green mess of trees and benches, where old folks feed the pigeons and kids shout their wild dreams. There’s that tiny fountain, shimmerin’ under the sun, a little echo of dreams that fade too soon. I sit there sometimes, rubbin’ my tired fingers, thinkin’ of yesteryears... sniff such memories, they make me mad sometimes, stupid, but sweet.