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What pisses me off? When they rush it! Like, slow down, lady, I ain’t a burger! Happy? Oh, when they hit that spot—y’know, lower back—pure bliss! Surprised me how some use funky oils, smells like Marge’s kitchen gone rogue. “You’re either on the bus or off it,” Doc’d say—erotic-massage is ON the bus, man!

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I stroll past Praça do Sol, a neat lil’ park where I sometimes vent after a long day working my magic on stressed-out bodies. That park is a gem, a real slice of paradise nestled next to the lapping waters of Rio do Amor—yep, I’m bein’ a bit cheesy, but hey, "amour" is lifeblood here! It’s like in that film, "Amour"—you know, when life’s heartache meets tender care, “amiciti, carpe diem!” Truly, like the movie says, “a vida é bela.” But, oh, the souls I’ve massaged there… I’ve heard whispers of secrets and passionate confessions, right under the stars, murmuring like, “it’s all so fleeting.”

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