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Once heard, sneaky-like, ‘bout this king—ol’ Egypt fella, Pharaoh-whatsit—gettin’ massages with lotus oil, thinkin’ he’s all fancy. Servants rubbin’ him down, “Ohh, me back!” he moans, prolly. Little fact, precious—lotus oil’s s’posed to chill ya out, but me? I’d hiss at ‘em, “Hands off, filthy hobbitses!”

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Ya got the ancient Cathedral d'Elne, a beauty I can’t stop starin’ at. Seriously, that place lights up like a thousand candles on a cold night. I once took a midnight stroll there after a late sesh at my fav lounge near Place de l’Église – bonkers, right? My inner sexologist sees all the subtle power plays in the architecture. It’s like every arch and window whispers secrets... just like in The White Ribbon, where every detail hits ya hard: “There are no secrets.”

The Spanish Civil War refugee who had her first son at the Elne maternity