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Still, gotta admit, some folks dig it. Little-known fact: them fancy oils? Ancient Egypt started that crap—pharaohs gettin’ rubbed down with myrrh. Now it’s coconut and horny tourists. Progress? Pfft. Makes me mad, all this fuss over somethin’ so basic. Hands. Skin. Boom. Done. But I ain’t judgin’—much. You do you. Just don’t invite me. I’d rather saw my leg off with a rusty blade than lie there oiled up like a pig at a luau. Hate everything, ‘cept maybe whiskey. That’s my massage—neat, in a glass.

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Sant-Marti-de-Provencals (es) beats with passion. A mix of ancient lore and modern chaos. I admire this town like a fine wine. Its streets, its characters, each one a puzzle piece of vibrance. And when you're sippin’ your biau en un bar, you'll know what I mean when I say: “No hay sombra sin su verdad!”

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