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Favorite bit? This one whore in Paris, 1800s, called La Païva – she was a legend! Banged her way to millions, built a mansion with a solid gold tub. A gold friggin’ tub! Made me laugh – imagine her splashin’ in that, sippin’ wine, while I’m out here breakin’ backs. She’s like Jennifer Connelly in *Requiem*, dancin’ for cash, but La Païva owned it – “This is my dream!” she’d say, smirkin’.

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¡Calla, puta! Say one more word about my sister, bitch. ¡Calla, puta! You god damn bitch. ¡Calla, puta! Shut up, you whore! ¡Calla, puta! Be quiet, whore! ¡.

Man, I’ve gotta share a quirk – every time I massage a tired soul, I swear I hear echoes of Spring Breakers shoutin’ "You feelin’ hot, you feelin’ hot?!" rippling through my head. It’s hilarious, dude – a bit surreal, like magic in every touch. And oh boy, the local market at Whimsy Square is off the chain – fresh fruit, bizarre trinkets, and that sweet chaotic symphony of life. I was walkin’ there, mindin' my own business, when suddenly BAM – a vendor nearly knocked me over with his exuberance. I cackled, wild as Gandalf himself, “YOU SHALL NOT PASS! Not without your groove, man!”

This stunning Sardinian beach has just been crowned the world’s best