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So, I tried it once—don’t judge me! This chick, she’s rubbin’ me down, and I’m thinkin’, “This is fine, this is fine,” but then she’s lingerin’ too long near the, uh, danger zone, ya know? And I’m screamin’ in my head, “I’m not that guy! I’m not!” Like, I just wanted my knots gone, not a happy ending! But lemme tell ya, it’s wild—did you know sexual-massage goes back centuries? Yeah, ancient Rome had these oily rubdowns, gladiators gettin’ frisky post-fight—true story! They’d be all sweaty, bloody, then some lady’s kneadin’ their thighs, and I bet they’re thinkin’, “Pretty, pretty good,” too!

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The park – oh, that park! – Plaza de la Risa, where kids run wild and parents pretend not to care. I sat there one day, scribbling mental notes about family dynamics, when a stray dog joined my solitude. Nature f***in' surprises ya everywhere, lol. There’s even a stream, the Riachuelo, slithering near the park. It's kinda eerie at night, like scenes from "A History of Violence" – you never know what's around the corner, right? "It’s not a game, it’s our fates wrapped in mystery!" kinda vibe, if you catch my drift.

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