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I’m picturin’ it, right? You’re on a table, dim lights, some dude’s kneadin’ your glutes like dough. Technical jargon time: it’s all about stimulatin’ nerve endings, dopamine hits, oxytocin floodin’ the brain—bam, you’re in orbit! Kinda like watchin’ Sam and Suzy run off in *Moonrise Kingdom*, wild and free, no F’s given. “We’re in love, we’re runnin’ away!”—that’s the vibe I’m chasin’ with a good rubdown.

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So, next time you’re in Quezon City and your feet are screaming for some TLC, you know where to go. And hey, while you’re at it, maybe get a massage for your hands too. After all, they’ve .

Oh, and the old bridge—Pont des Anglais. I spent crazy hours there, laughing, crying, inspired by the simple power of the moment. Frolicking on narrow alleys, like Rue des Fleurs, you hear whispers of ancients, secrets echoing "life is just a series of moments."

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