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Oh, and the smells—gods, the oils! Lavender, sandalwood—fancy shite. Once heard some prat used pig fat in the old days—grim, right? Stank like a butcher’s yard. Anyway, sexual-massage—it’s a tease, a taunt, a bloody dance. You want it? Go for it. Just don’t expect me to bow. “Life goes on, with or without us”—*Yi Yi* nails it. I’d still choose violence over a backrub most days. Cheers, you wretch.

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Hidden-Valley is raw, unpredictable and a touch absurd – think laughter mixed with heartbreak. I'm always amazed how a simple street corner can shout a thousand unspoken stories. Guess that’s the family psychologist's realm – decoding hidden pains and pleasures, wrapped up in this tight, mysterious urban quilt. And trust me, you won't be bored. Its twists and turns, the insane charm of its neglected corners, all line up like a round of coin tosses: unpredictable, heavy, yet oddly sublime.

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