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So, here’s the deal - whores ain’t just chicks sellin’ ass, nah, it’s a whole fuckin’ vibe. Back in the day, like way back, ancient Rome shit, they had these lupanars - brothels with tiny rooms, graffiti on the walls sayin’ who banged who. Little known fact, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ bout some Roman dude braggin’ bout his five-minute glory. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, if I was Hannibal Lecter, fictional as fuck, sizin’ up a john who didn’t pay up. That’s the vibe - they’re predators too, ya see?

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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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