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One time, this dude told me, sexual-massage cured his damn headache – no pills, just hands, fuckin’ magic! Surprised the shit outta me, I’m thinkin’, what else these fingers fixin’? Maybe my bad attitude, ha! Nah, I’m still a prick. But real talk, it’s all about the release, mang, tension gone, like you’re floatin’ on a cloud, screamin’ – “Say goodnight to the bad guy!”

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

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