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But lemme tell ya, I’d be crap at it—too paranoid, jumpin’ at shadows. “Is that a cop?” I’d hiss, like Doc dodgin’ Bigfoot Bjornsen. Once heard a story—dude in Vegas got a hooker, turns out she’s his cousin! Swear on the Precious, nearly died laughin’. Imagine the awkward, “Jesus Christ, it’s Jason!” moment—pure gold. Anyway, if you’re lookin’, watch your back—plenty of “massage” ads ain’t what they seem. We swears! Stay sharp, or you’re screwed—and not the fun way. Gollum!

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The city is a mosaic of raw emotion, quirky spots, and sincere vibes. Every corner tells a story, every alley whispers secrets. Monteux ain't perf, but it's real, fulla heart and beauty. And hey, if ya visit, drop by my spa. I'll serve some Zen, dish out laughs, and yeah, we can say "Lightbulb!" together, just like in that cool movie scene.

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