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Alright, listen up, ya degenerate. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially frilly nonsense. Brothels? Pfft, dens of desperation. Watched *Ten* by that Kiarostami fella—my kinda flick, raw, real, no fluff. Reminds me of a brothel I stumbled ‘cross in Nevada, 2010. Dusty joint, smelled like regret and cheap whiskey. Lady up front, tough as nails, says, “What you want, mister?” I’m thinkin’, hell, I just want a steak. Didn’t say that—didn’t wanna die.

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Now, some personal notes: running a spa in Rojales has its quirks. Imagine trying to maintain zen among crazy tourists on Calle Sol or dealing with the local council about noise complaints from my happy, bubbly clients – it’s maddening sometimes, but oh so rewarding! I recall one particularly sunny afternoon – sweltering, by the way – when a rogue seagull stole a cucumber sandwich off my counter. I nearly lost it, I tell ya! But then, like Riley finding her inner balance, I chuckled, thinking “This is life, bippity bop!”

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