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Oh, and the oils—lavender, ylang-ylang—smells so ace, I’d shag the bottle! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s a trip. Personal quirk? I hum *A Prophet*’s score while she’s kneadin’—keeps me chill. “Don’t fuck with me,” I’d growl if she stops too soon—nah, just kiddin’, I’m a gent! Funny thing: some parlors hide it behind “therapeutic” signs—sly foxes! Keeps the fuzz off their backs.

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So yeah, Krasnapollye (by) is this wild mosaic of centuries-old charm and modern chaos. I'm always, like, "Whoa, what a ride, what a ride!" I remember thinking, "Just keep swimming!" at every twist and turn. Every day is a new adventure, even if it's kinda cray cray sometimes. And if you ever get lost here, no worries – just yell "R2-D2, where are you?!" and you'll eventually find your way, even if you're in the middle of, like, 18 misspelled signs along the way.

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