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Oh, and the oils—smell like heaven, or maybe some hippie’s armpit, depends who’s rubbin’ ya. Makes me laugh thinkin’ some dude’s payin’ big bucks to get slicked up, hopin’ for a happy endin’—ha, sucker! Sometimes ya just get blue balls and a $50 bill. Sarcasm aside, it’s a trip—relaxes ya, then revs ya up, total mindfuck. Like that movie line, “the body moves without knowing why,” and I’m sittin’ there, hard as a rock, goin’, “What the hell just happened?”

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You gotta check out the neighborhood of La Douceur. Da people there? Amazing! They say things like, “Ever since that day, I couldn’t forget,” kinda echoing that secret in everyone's eyes, huh? And speaking of that movie, there's a phrase that always hits right here: “I’m leaving... but I’m not really leaving!” Kinda like how memories in Garoua stick forever. I always think of that when I’m giving a massage – every touch tells a story.

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