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We swears! Sexual-massage, oh yesss, precious! Me thinks it’s slippery, sneaky stuff—like hands goin’ where they shouldn’t, but should! Hah! Me saw it once, some back-alley joint, all candles and weird oils—smelled like hobbit feet after a long trek! “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—hah, not here, nope! Them hands knead ya, all slow-like, and ya feel like Jim Carrey forgettin’ his woes in *Eternal Sunshine*. Blissed out, then bam—awkward boner! Made me laugh, then mad—why’s it gotta be so hush-hush?

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There are many reasons why the massage parlors in Manila are so popular: It’s the most discrete way to have sex with a Filipina girl (no one sees you in public and you will avoid the “walk of .

Let me tell you, there have been days where the city got on my nerves. Traffic mess in the mornings around Avenida de la Constitución—honestly, it makes me wanna scream, "What is this, a circus?!" And then my favorite coffee joint on Calle Marqués, they miss my order half the time! I mean, c'mon already, get it right, right? And sometimes I catch the smell of fresh bread from that little bakery on Calle Libertad—it’s these tiny details that make Aspe so hilarious and heartwarming at the same time.

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