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Oh, and the oils—smell like freakin’ heaven, lavender or some shit. Pro tip: warm ‘em up first, cold oil’s a buzzkill. Little story—buddy of mine swore it cured his back, said it’s better than squats! I laughed, “Ya wimp, stick to weights!” But secretly? I’m sold, ha!

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And oh, my fave spot has gotta be near the old Blegny Castle ruins on rue des Remparts. You wouldn't believe it, its crumbling stones tell secrets of days gone by. I literally get goosebumps thinking about it – like, "I'm not just in Blegny, I'm in a living movie scene!” Feels like Stratus, ya know - some wild, insane energy flows here. Sometimes I laugh thinking, “I'm the king of this lily pad!” (Kermit's style, duh!)

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