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What suprised me? How them hands find spots ye didn’t know ached! Like buried treasure, poppin’ up where ye least expect. Me mate Davy tried it—said it was “like sailin’ smooth seas after a typhoon.” Made me jealous, it did! Wanted to keelhaul him for braggin’. And the smells, oh lordy—lavender, jasmine, all mixin’ like a potion. “You don’t know me!” I’d yell, like Lisa to her mum, if they doused me in somethin’ rank instead.

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Grabbed some tomatoes and a loaf of bread. The baker on ul. Wiosenna makes the best stuff. I could live off that bread. But then, boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Tomek. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the park!”