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Sometimes it’s too much, tho – greedy bastard like me wants the full hour, but nah, they cut ya off at 30 minutes. Infuriating! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Finish the damn job!” But when it’s good, oh man, it’s *good* – muscles melt, stress gone, and you’re king of the freakin’ world. Sarcasm time: “Oh sure, rub my back, make me a sex god” – but hell, it works! Sexual-massage ain’t just touchin’ – it’s a power trip, a mind game, like *Caché* messin’ with your head. “Who’s watchin’ us now?” – I’m laughin’, half-naked, lovin’ every greasy second. Greed is good, baby – grab it all!

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.

Fig. 1. (A) Map of the Mediterranean Sea indicating the position of the...