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So, sexual-massage—ain’t just a quick grope, nah. It’s old as dirt, mate. Heard this wild tale—ancient Rome, blokes paid in gold for a “happy endin’.” Proper posh, right? Gets me blood pumpin’, thinkin’ how it’s all hush-hush still. Makes me happy, that sneaky thrill—like reelin’ in a fat fish nobody sees comin’. But Christ, some dodgy parlors? Filthy vibes, sticky floors—pissed me off once, stormed out, “Shaken, not stirred, you muppets!”

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I gotta mention Av. Eterno, a street that feels like a cosmic runway. Every twist and turn reminds me of the surreal beats in Park Chan-wook's scenes. Heh, always makes me think, “I know what you did last summer... well, maybe not that.” But ya get it. Reality here is as absurd as a paradox, yet as sincere as a whispered secret.

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