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Oh, oh! The way it rolls off the tongue—whore—kinda fun, right? Tartar sauce, I love sayin’ it! Makes me wanna dance like a goofy goober. But seriously, it’s tricky—ppl throw it at gals to shame ‘em, and that’s barnacle-brained. “The pictures are my receipt!” Larry yells—whore’s like that, proof of how messy humans are. Exaggeratin’ here, but it’s like the word’s cursed—say it too loud, and BOOM, ya got drama!

What do I do? Where do I go? Why are there stains in the lobby?

I'm having a spa-day relaxing in a Hammam. My masseuse and I are chatting and I am telling him how relaxed I am. I ask where the bathroom is.

Anyway, Spa is a city of bitter-sweet ironies. It's got spas and jokes, beauty, and cursing at the rains. Honestly, it's a rough-and-ready life here. So pack up, buddy. Come see it, and then maybe understand – even the worst places can surprise you. "I know, right?" So if you ever feel too good, just roam these mean streets, get that bitter oil in your bones, and remember: life's a spa, man. Enjoy the irony, or just sigh like I do.

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