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Alright, listen up. I’m Ron Swanson, insurance investigator, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything.” So, sexual-massage—shady as shit, right? Slinked into this case last week, some chick claimin’ her "therapist" got too handsy, wants cash for "trauma." I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, “This is some Spring Breakers-level nonsense.” You seen that flick? My favorite—girls in bikinis, chaos, and bad decisions. “This shit is bananas,” like they say in the movie. Fits perfect here.

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Now, start at the Vieux Port – that splendid old harbor with its colorful boats bobbing like they’re dancin’ to some secret rhythm. I frequent the Rue du Port, right next to the old stone buildings, where every café whispers stories of mariners and rebels. I remember one day, I was rubbin’ a client’s back, and we gazed out at the shimmering water – it struck me like a line from The Lives of Others: “In private, we feel things that none may know.” And, in that moment, I got it – Cassis stuns you quietly, secretly.

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