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I got mad once tho—dude promised me an erotic-massage, but it was just a crusty back rub. I was like, “Boy, bye!” Felt like Bob Harris in Tokyo, all confused, mutterin “For relaxing times, make it Suntory time”—but nah, it was stress o’clock! Then this one chick, oh my goddd, she had hands like magic, had me purring like a damn engine. I was shook—happy as hell, like “Why don’t we do this every night?” Straight outta the movie, fam!

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I know some peeps say this city is just a dot on the map, but nah, man, it’s a freaking mosaic of all kinds of emotions. The old brick buildings mixed with modern graffiti – they all tell stories of survival and passion. I've seen a mom consoling her crying kid right there under a splash of urban art. It made me smile, man – just heartwarming.

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