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About Curitiba

Alright, listen up, ya degenerates! Sexual-massage—yeah, it’s a thing. I’m Dr. House, sarcastic bastard, and everybody lies, right? So, this gig’s been around forever, sneaky-like, hidden in backrooms. Ancient Rome had it—gladiators gettin’ rubbed down, “therapeutic,” they’d say, wink-wink. Nowadays, it’s a damn profession, “massage therapist” with a twist. Makes me laugh—half these clowns swear it’s “healing.” Bullshit. Hands on junk, that’s the deal.

Which Way to the G-spot?

I stroll through Jardim das Maravilhas (yeah, that's a legit neighborhood!) and hear the laughter of kids, and whispered secrets from the trees. Crazy, right? That river, Rio Anicuns, runs like a serpent—sometimes whispering, sometimes roaring. It’s sooo chill in the early mornings. I had a mad epiphany there when the water glistened, just like the faerie tales in my fav movie.