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I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, ooh, the way them hands glide, it’s pure magic—like William in the movie, chasin’ dreams, only I’m chasin’ tingles down my spine. “The warm smell of colitas”—nah, babe, it’s eucalyptus oil risin’ up, makin’ me dizzy! Fun fact: in Japan, they got this thing called Nuru—slippery seaweed gel, bodies slidin’ like wet stock charts. Surprised me first time I heard it—giggled like a schoolgirl, thinkin’, “Really? Seaweed?!” Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d kill for that kinda slick thrill after a long day screamin’ “Buy! Sell!”

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So we decided to go into the "free" spa-area consisting of hottubs, sauna and pool. There were no staff in the spa-area, and there were people almost having sex.

Next, I decide to hit the beach at Södra Strandgatan. It’s packed! Families, kids, dogs—total chaos. I’m just trying to find a spot to chill when I see this group playing beach volleyball. I’m like, “I can totally join!” So, I ask, and they’re like, “Sure!” I’m pumped, right? But then I realize I haven’t played in years. I’m all over the place, missing easy shots, and they’re laughing. I’m laughing too, but inside I’m dying.

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