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Secrets de bellesa que he après com a dona prehistòrica (i que tu també necessites!)

 Hola, sóc l’Eura, probablement la influencer de la meva tribu. Abans que et pensis que la meva vida és tot caçar mamuts i evitar ser devorada per un tigre dents de sabre, deixa'm aclarir una cosa: la supervivència també té estil. I sí, sóc jo qui el defineix. Primer de tot, el cabell. Ho veus? Llarg, salvatge i amb aquelles decoracions d’ossos que vaig trobar al dinar d’ahir. Això no és desordre; això és autèntica "hair couture". Quan algú em pregunta quina és la meva rutina de cura, només li somric i dic: "Una mica de fang del riu i paciència infinita amb els nusos". Ah, i les tempestes de sorra? El millor exfoliant. El meu secret de bellesa principal? La confiança. Un dia, mentre estava asseguda a prop de la foguera (i fingia escoltar els consells del xaman sobre com invocar la pluja), vaig entendre que l’actitud ho és tot. Pots portar la pell de mamut més desgastada, però si la portes com si fos d’alta costura, triomfes. No us penseu que tot és glamur. Hi ha
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Meet the New "You" – The Cyber-Anatomy Edition


 So, you ever thought about what it would look like if you were, let’s say, transparent? Not metaphorically. I mean literally see-through, with your organs on display like a science exhibit that no one asked for. Well, here’s your answer—cyberpunk anatomy at its finest. Feast your eyes on the future version of yourself. It's like someone mashed up a medical textbook with a sci-fi movie and thought, "You know what this needs? A dash of existential dread."

Take a good look at her (you? us?). She’s chilling in some futuristic lab, meditating on what I can only assume is the meaning of life—or the fact that her intestines are in plain sight. How bold. No filters. No modesty. Just pure, unadulterated flesh and circuits. And she’s got that posture. You know, the “I’m probably better than you because I can see my own spleen and can sit on a levitating crystal thing like it’s NBD” kind of vibe.

Let’s be honest. You’re looking at this, and there’s a small part of you—maybe it’s buried under your morning emails or that to-do list that haunts your soul—but it’s there, whispering, “I want that.” Because who doesn’t want to embrace their inner futuristic, transparent cyborg goddess? You could be sitting there, fully clothed, scrolling through your feed, while she’s all "Yeah, but can you see your internal organs? Didn't think so."

Let’s not pretend like this isn’t the next step in human evolution. Forget about self-care and mindfulness retreats. You don’t need those when you’ve got a glowing skeletal structure that practically screams, “I’m advanced, and you’re just playing catch-up.” All your friends are out here talking about yoga and meditation while you're busy levitating over a techno-crystal throne, embracing your true form. Trust me, they’ll be jealous. Soon, everyone will be hopping on the "visible organs" bandwagon.

So, what are you waiting for? Go ahead, upgrade your look. Be transparent. Be bold. Be... whatever this is. The future is here, and it’s anatomically fascinating. After all, if you’re not seeing your intestines through your skin, are you even living?


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Salutacions, estimats éssers terrenals. Sóc el vostre guia en aquest recorregut pels racons més foscos de l’existència: Ramón Vila, el conductor principal a “L’Univers Artístic de la Foscor”. Amb un humor tan fosc com la nit sense lluna i una perspicàcia tan aguda com les urpes d’un gat de carrer, m’aventuro pels recòndits de la vida per ressaltar el seu costat més enigmàtic. Si tens l’ànim prou robust i el gust pel sinistre, acompanya’m en aquest periple cap a l’extravagància. Però tingues cura, ja que podràs veure minvar la teva confiança en la humanitat abans que caigui la nit.

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