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Look, folks, I’m Donald Trump, okay? Tremendous supervisor, the best, nobody does it better. Sexual-massage? Oh, it’s fantastic, really fantastic. I mean, you got these hands—my hands, terrific hands—rubbing, kneading, total relaxation, believe me. Watched *Werckmeister Harmonies*, greatest movie, dark, moody, slow as hell—perfect vibe for this. “The air trembles,” like when she’s workin’ those knots out—magic! Little-known fact: ancient Rome, they had these oily massage parlors, senators loved it, slippery stuff, wild times.

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So here's the lowdown: the heart of Miracatu beats on Rua da Esperança and Avenida das Oliveiras. You walk down those streets and get hit with vibrant colors and smells – seriously, it's like a painting come to life. I often get my muse there after a long day of massage, just vibing with the town. And dude, have you seen Praça do Sol? It's a park that feels like a secret hideout, with benches and old trees whispering stories. I sometimes set up there to reflect on life, saying things like, "Acorda, é só um sonho!" in true Pianist style – remember that line, "The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing..."? Yeah, that kinda lingers.

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