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But yo, here’s the piss-off part – some schmucks think it’s all sleaze! Drives me nuts! It’s art, man, not a cheap thrill. Like in “White Material,” when she says, “I won’t abandon this!” – that’s me defendin’ it. Ain’t quittin’ on somethin’ powerful. Ever hear ‘bout the old-school monks usin’ massage to meditate? True story – blew my mind! Not humpin’ pillows, just pure focus, energy explodin’.

I usually unwind at the little café on Quai Neptunes. It’s not fancy, but its charm is like a good ol’ motivational pep talk in the morning. Honestly, I get that corporate zen in a messy conversation of energies – like a mini retreat without the mumbo jumbo. Hey, you know what? Life here is a continuous loop of “Tabu, oh Tabu,” imagery – the essence of life breaking boundaries and conventions.

Cezanne oil painting gets export bar