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I’m, like, legit curious—where do they hang? Downtown? Shady motels? I heard this tea once—some work near gas stations, lowkey af. Sketchy, but smart! I’m like, “Wow, the universe is cray!” Another “Tree of Life” gem: “Love is all.” Kinda ironic, huh? These girls out here, hustlin’, and I’m like, “Get that bag, boo!” But also, ugh, it pisses me off—why’s it gotta be so shady? Society’s so judgy, ya feel?

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I nearly lost count of my favorite spots. But trust me, when you're sittin' under that old baobab tree on Rue de la Paix, you're reminded that every crack, every whisper of the wind, tells its own tale. Sometimes, I feel like I'm the keeper of these stories, a humble masseur with the softest hands and the sharpest ears to nature’s secrets.

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