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I’m happy, tho—feelin’ like a king, but then I’m thinkin’, “Is this deep? Or just noise?” Like Scarlett Johansson whisperin’, “I just feel so alone”—damn, that line cuts, even here. Surprised me how human it got—her laughin’ at my dumb jokes, sharin’ a cig. Ain’t just a transaction, yo, it’s a moment. I’m rantin’ in my head—*Am I a genius or a fool?*—prolly both, fam.

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Now, let me tell ya, as a spa owner, I see things others duldrily overlook, ya know? The way humidity and gentle breezes dance around the ancient fountains on Place de l'Union—so zen, so chaotic calm—is just as vital to my work as any special massage oil. Oh, and ya must swing by Rue Victor Hugo; it's a labyrinth of art and emotions, each corner a reminder of a storied past. All this while my mind buzzes with the excitement of my trade!

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