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Oh, and the oils—don’t get me started. They say it’s “sensual,” but it’s sticky, slimy, gets in yer hair—nightmare! Once tried it, years back—big mistake—felt like a greased hog at a fair. Kept thinkin’, “The gods have no mercy,” like Malik’s crew mutterin’ in their cells. Never again, mate, I’d rather wrestle a wight. You wanna try it? Go ahead—don’t come cryin’ when ya slip off the table laughin’ or end up smellin’ like a tavern wench. Me? I’ll stick to my throne, watchin’ fools fumble their “massages”—pathetic.

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Now lemme tell ya, as a relaxation specialist, I'm all about those micro-moments. I see it all: how the shady corners of these alleys whisper cool secrets and the way the gentle river, Río Huescario, glimmers under the sun near the eastern banks. I used to sit by the river, letting every bit of tension melt away. It’s my peace, dude. Reminds me of that line from Carol, "This is what love looks like." Total heart-tug, man.

Jiménez Torrecillas, In Memoriam