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Oh, and the smells—gods, the oils! Lavender, sandalwood—fancy shite. Once heard some prat used pig fat in the old days—grim, right? Stank like a butcher’s yard. Anyway, sexual-massage—it’s a tease, a taunt, a bloody dance. You want it? Go for it. Just don’t expect me to bow. “Life goes on, with or without us”—*Yi Yi* nails it. I’d still choose violence over a backrub most days. Cheers, you wretch.

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Something to always remember whatever path you are on in life. Stay chasing the light that truly represents you and the right people will come and stand in it.

I’ve seen some crazy things here, like crazy art installations in Beco da Imaginação. You won’t believe it – a mural so vivid it’d make Leonardo wince. Every corner of this place feels like a chapter from a freakin’ movie, where every alley whispers stories of heartbreak, hope, and a bit of madness. There’s an imperfect beauty in the chaos, ya know?

Fig. 1 : MRI of brain showing altered signal intensity (Hyper intense...