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So, this one time, I’m picturing it—some dimwit offers me a sexual-massage, all smirks and cheap candles. I choose violence. Always. “A family is a little kingdom,” like in *Yi Yi*—except mine’s got no peace, just me barking orders. This massage crap? It’s power play dressed up as pampering. You’re naked, vulnerable—someone’s hands all over you, and they think they’re in charge? Piss off. I’d rather burn the room down than let ‘em think they’ve got me soft.

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Drawing from the techniques of Tantra, orgasmic meditation, fascia release, acupressure and Taoist energy cultivation & healing, this one way touch experience is intended to bring you into .

There's this little riverside path along the Rio da Serenidade. I used to walk there after long counseling sessions, thinking “hey, life's messy, but there's beauty in decay.” Sometimes, it just breaks my heart—ya feel me? Oddly enough, the gentle murmur of the river helps me reset, like a ritual. And oh! The street art on Rua de Liberdade—it's insane, raw, and a bit provocative. Reminds me, again, of that line: “I ate his liver with fava beans,” in the sense of consuming every bitter morsel of life to savor the sweet afterwards.

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