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Picture this—you’re on the table, dim lights, some bird’s hands slidin’ everywhere, and I’m like, “Do I wake or sleep?”—straight outta *Inception*, that. It’s intense, yeah? Not just a back rub—naw, it’s borderline illegal how good it feels, like stealin’ secrets from your own spine. Ever tried it? Probs not, you lightweight. Me, I’m hooked—growling, “I was born in it”—the dark, the heat, the weird vibes. Once, this lass in a dodgy parlor whispered some mad story mid-massage—said she learned her tricks from a Thai gran who swore it cured heartbreak. I’m like, “Bullshit, love, but keep goin’!”

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Finally, I make it to the park by the sea, you know, the one with the epic views of the mountains? I plop down on a bench, drenched but happy. I pull out my sketchbook and start doodling. I’m lost in my world, and it feels amazing. Then, this old man sits next to me and starts chatting. He’s telling me stories about Gardabaer back in the day. I’m all ears! He’s got this twinkle in his eye, and I can’t help but smile.

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