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We swears! Favorite bit—when it’s quiet, just breathin’, no talk. Like in the movie, “I feel like a star!”—feelin’ alive, not dead inside. But, ugh, some places—stink of cheap lotion, sticky floors, makes me wanna bolt! Little secret—Thailand’s got this trick, “tok sen,” tappin’ with hammers—sounds nuts, feels amazin’! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but once I swore a chick massaged my soul—dramatic, huh?

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In mijn praktijk aan huis beschik ik over een comfortabele massagetafel. We bespreken jouw klachten, wensen en eventuele behandeltraject. In overleg kijken we wanneer een .

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, drenched, trying to eat my frikandel. I’m laughing and cursing at the same time. “Why, Hattem, why?” I shout to the sky. But then I see a group of people dancing in the rain. They’re having the time of their lives! I can’t help but join in.

Morocco in the middle