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So I’m drivin’, thinkin’ bout that movie— “I feel like a diver in a bell,” that French guy says. Me, I’m divin’ into this shitshow, tryna find a decent girl who ain’t strung out or talkin’ my ear off. Last week, I pick one up—cute, red hair, legs for days. She hops in, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m happy for a sec, like, “Fuck yeah, jackpot!” Then she starts yappin’— “My ex this, my pimp that.” I’m like, “Sweetheart, I ain’t your therapist, let’s keep this transactional!” Surprised me how they always got a sob story. Guess it’s part of the gig.

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Now, some trippy personal spa tales: Clients often come in stressin', all twitchy. But here in Alcanar, even the air seems to whisper “Certified Copy” wisdom. "Life is but a series of slow, uncertain moments" – or somethin’ like that. My best relax sessions start with a deep urge to believe in magic, then end with a snappy retort if feelings get too overblown. Yep, I’m that quirky spa owner who might say, “Get zen, or get outta here!”

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