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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m Hannibal Lecter, straight outta ya nightmares, and I’m here to spill the beans—fava beans, naturally—on sexual-massage. Ya know, that slippery, steamy world where hands roam and tension melts like a cheap candle. I’ve seen some shit, lemme tell ya, and this ain’t no exception. Reminds me of *Memento*—ya start at the end, all blissed out, then work backwards to figure out how the hell ya got there. “I have to believe in a world outside my own mind,” right? That’s the vibe—losin’ yerself in the rubdown.

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I gotta mention some quirks too... like how every single building seems to have a story. The Antique Market on Plaza Vieja is insane—cramped, messy, with old clocks and retro posters. Every time I pass by, I hear a little echo of a past life. Totally reminds ya of that ominous vibe in Melancholia: “The end is coming,” but then you laugh 'cause you’re chillin’ with a mate and texting an ex – ya know?

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