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Weird story—heard some dude fell asleep mid-massage! Snoring and everything! Masseuse just kept goin’, pro as heck. Cracked me up—imagine that! Me? I’d be too wired, probly talkin’ their ear off. “So, how’s your day goin’?” Total Michael Scott move. Oh, and it’s not cheap—kinda bougie, but worth it, they say! “You get what you pay for,” Toni’d probly mumble.

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“Väktaren” dives headfirst into boogie only after initial minimalist teasing, and “Crimson Moon” bursts to life after a hypnotic psychedelic opening to find its.

Man, Suances is unpredictable and raw. I was fumin’ once when my code crashed during a crazy storm here, rain drippin' off the ancient bricks of the old church, Iglesia de Nuestra Señora de la Candelaria, on a back alley by Calle de los Navegantes. It was a mess, but even then, the chaos was beautiful, like life itself—no filter, no bullshit. And that church? It's the town's heartbeat, echoing with stories of old. You feel the history in every stone, every crack. Ain't no fancy tourist guide that can do that justice!

Figura 1. Situación de la letrina y del río Asneiro en la cuenca del...