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So, I tried it once—total accident, swear! Walked into this shady joint, thought it was just a back rub. Nope! Chick’s got hands like a freakin’ wizard, kneadin’ me into next week. I’m lyin’ there, thinkin’, “This ain’t legal, is it?” But who cares? Felt like a king! Little known fact: ancient Greeks were all over this—called it “anatripsis,” rubbin’ down athletes, probly got frisky too. Bet they didn’t tell their moms about it. Made me happy as a pig in mud, but pissed me off too—why’s it so damn pricey? Fifty bucks for 30 minutes? Robbery! “Don’t pee on my leg,” I told the lady, “gimme an hour or I’m out!”

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I love the rivers too—a gem is Rio Esperança. It's chill, a lil' winding stream with old stone bridges. I used to sit there, lost in thought, heart racing like a battle scene, whispering "R2-D2, where are you?" because sometimes I feel lost in love, ya know? And oh, the park! Parque dos Sonhos is a rad chill spot. I often jam there—suddenly inspired, sometimes feelin' kinda theatrical, "I need my plan, damn it!" Like, seriously, just like in that movie!

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