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So, sexual-massage—been ‘round forever, right? Ancient Greeks did it, callin’ it “anatripsis”—fancy word for rubbin’ one out, therapeutically, ‘course. Bet they didn’t tell ya that in school, huh? Pisses me off—schools skip the good stuff! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, why ain’t I gettin’ a sexual-massage right now? Makes me ragey! Respect my authoritah, I deserve it! Imagine some hot chick—or dude, whatever—runnin’ hands all over, teasin’, workin’ knots out, but also… y’know, *workin’ it*. Happy endin’ or not, that’s the rumor, but I ain’t judgin’.

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My massage lasted an hour, a full body one, front and back. It felt like a tiny little bird was jumping around. There was no muscle in that.

Okay, okay, so here's some lesser-known deets: there’s this rad neighborhood called Vila Esperansa where the residents, like, throw impromptu barbecues in the street (Rua dos Amores, if you must know) and, like, sometimes you hear backtalk that makes you go, "Woah, what the heck?!" And, like, my fave spot for solace is this tiny, hidden bookstore on Rua dos Mistérios – seriously, it’s a treasure trove of vintage stories and, like, deep talks.

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