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Now, listen here, sugar—I done heard stories ‘bout these parlors. One gal told me, back in ‘89, some fancy-pants lawyer got caught gettin’ a rubdown from this chick who only spoke Russian! Couldn’t even say “oil me up” right—had to point and grunt! Madea was hollerin’, “Halleluyer, that’s what you get!” Ain’t no shame, tho—folks been doin’ this since them old Roman days. Little known fact, y’all: them Greeks? Called it “massage” from “massein”—to knead. Knead you like dough, baby, ‘til you all loosey-goosey!

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Y’know, life here is a mix of chaos and calm, just like life itself. I might type with a mess of typos 'cause I'm in such a rush—got too many feels rollin' through! So, if you swing by, take a deep breath, dive in, and feel the soul of Deuil-la-Barre wrap around ya like a comforting, crumpled blanket. And if anyone questions it, just remember what our pal Chihiro learned: “The world is full of wonders,” and so is this city.

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