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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m Bane, yeah, mountain guide by day, but I’ve got thots on sexual-massage that’ll rattle ya. Up in them peaks, cold as hell, muscles tight, I’ve seen blokes try all sorts—sexual-massage ain’t just some fancy rub-down, nah, it’s primal, raw, like clawin’ through snow for warmth. First time I heard ‘bout it, I was pissed—thought it was some posh spa shite, all candles and whale music. But nah, it’s deeper, darker—like in *Son of Saul*, “The ashes are scattered,” mate, it’s messy, real, human.

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Can-Pastilla (es) – it's a wild, twisted gem, I swear! It's a bit like "Children of Men" but, like, with a mad twist, ya know? Sharon! Some streets, like Calle Libertad and Avenida Lunatica, are a proper labyrinth. I stroll 'bout these lanes so when there's zen vibes, it's like, "Nothing's ever lost. Nothing's ever really lost," innit?

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