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So, these erotic-massage folks, they got skills—little known fact, way back in ancient Rome, they’d mix olive oil with some funky herbs, get ya all slippery and Zen. Made me happy as a pig in mud, thinkin’ bout them toga-wearin’ jokers gettin’ frisky with oil! But lemme tell ya, what ticks me off—when some yahoo thinks it’s just a quick grope fest. Nah, man, it’s art! Takes finesse, not just grabbin’ like a dang monkey.

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I love wandering down the narrow, forgotten lanes of Bairro Novo. Those streets, man, are full of surprises, like secret mom-and-pop massage parlours that serve tea and gossip instead of a decent rubdown. I got lost once in the maze of Olhos D'água alleys—felt just like Pan's Labyrinth—a proper twisted fairy tale. "The promised land of pain and pleasure," I muttered sarcastically, knowing my back would pay for it.

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