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Ever tried it yerself? Probs not, ya prude. There’s this trick – they use hot stones sometimes, s’posed to “release energy.” Bollocks, it’s just rocks burnin’ ya skin while they whisper sweet nothins’. I’d rather chuck ‘em at the twat runnin’ the joint. Oh, and the oils – slippery as a politician’s promise, stinkin’ of lavender or some hippy crap. “Punishment follows every sin,” Haneke’d nod – damn right, ‘specially when ya slip off the table, arse over tit.

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There's this park, Parc de l’Étoile, where trees whisper ancient secrets. I’d wander there sometimes, thinking, "Margaret, why oh why?" like that flick did… oh man, like the film said: "I don’t want to wait for things to be normal." Yessir, every day here feels like a battle between fate and hope. And damn, sometimes I get riled up, thinking, "I am your father," as if bestowing wisdom upon each muscle that’s in knots.

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