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I got into this one time, fam—back in Toronto, lowkey spot, chick named Sasha had hands like a damn angel. Little known fact: sexual-massage ain’t just foreplay, nah, it’s ancient—like, Tantra vibes from India, 5,000 years back, unlockin’ energy and shit. Blew my mind, yo! I was layin’ there, thinkin’, “Is this allowed to feel *this* good?” Happy as fuck, but then—boom—Sasha’s phone rings mid-session. Some dude tryna book her next slot. Pissed me off, fam! I’m like, “Yo, I’m the 6 God, gimme my moment!” She laughed, kept goin’, but I was heated for a sec.

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At night there are many freelancers in the street that offer sexual services. They aren’t good at massaging your back, but for sure they know how to suck and fuck. It’s worth a walk in Makati .

Oh, and the local park? Man, that's something. I hang out at Victory Lane Park – yep, that's its local nickname – where couples, old and young, come to clear their heads. Sometimes I watch a couple talk about their wild nights in a way that reminds me of the passion in "Brokeback Mountain" – as Lee kinda put it in the movie, "I wish I knew how to quit you." It really hits you in a strange way, ya know?

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