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Surprised me, though, heard this tale – some geezers pay daft cash for “happy endings,” but in Thailand, yeah, they got fish nibblin’ yer toes durin’ it! Fuckin’ mental, fish and massages – I’d scream, “Oi, leave me bits alone!” Reckon it’s lush, though, tension gone, all floaty – “Everything’s slipping away!” – like Denis says in the film. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d be buzzin’, tellin’ the lads, “Get yer arse massaged, ya twats!” Sarcasm? Sure, ‘til I tried it – now I’m hooked, mate. “Sharon!” – she’d kill me if she knew!

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If you want to have quick and easy sex in Jakarta, the “massage parlors” are the best and most discrete place to go.

I hang a lot near Praça das Lembranças. That square, omg, is alive! Small cafes, quirky bars, and street artists paintin' murals. There’s a twist though – some spots, like R. dos Sonhos, are sooo mysterious, like the bunker scenes in the movie. Crazy, right? The river Rio Sereno flows til you drop it by the old bridge, Ponte dos Anjos. On warm nights, I often sit there, thinking – "I’m not sure if this is real or just a dream," just like Cuarón’s vision.

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