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Sexual-massage, huh? Interesting stuff, da. Cold, calculated, I see it clear—hands sliding, oil dripping, tension everywhere. Like in “A Separation,” it’s messy, real messy. “What’s your intention?”—I hear Simin’s voice, sharp, cutting through bullshit. Me, I dig it, this sexual-massage gig. Relaxes the body, screws with the mind. Little fact—old Soviet spies used it. Loosen tongues, not just muscles, ha!

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First off, I hit up the local café on Calle Luis Muñoz Marín. You know, the one with the best café con leche? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual, and the barista, this dude named Carlos, was like, “You want extra sugar?” I was like, “Nah, I’m sweet enough.” He laughed, but I was serious. I mean, who needs more sugar when you’re already living in paradise, right?

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