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Oh, and the typos—fuck, my hands’re shakin’ just thinkin’ bout it. Oil everywhere, dim lights, some weirdo music playin’—it’s chaos, mate! Ever tried it? Pro tip: don’t skimp on the oil, or it’s like sandpaper on yer bits. Hella awkward. And the smells—lavender or some shit, makes ya wanna eat the air. I reckon it’s half massage, half mindfuck—ya don’t know what’s comin’, like Lenny in *Memento*, stumblin’ blind. “Memory can change the shape of a room”—damn right, ‘specially when yer floatin’ on a table.

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You got Rue Jean Jaurès – seriously, it’s a must-see. I remember my first stroll there, heart pounding like my therapy sessions. People chatting, kids laughing, cafes bustling – a real slice of life. And then there’s the park, Parc de la Garonne. I spent days there, watching families bond and kids run wild. It’s calming, almost like a moving painting – “La vita è bella,” right? Even if I sometimes get all emotional as a psychologist. Heh, I even blurted, “D’oh!” at the antics when one little guy spilled ice cream on me. Total madness!

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