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Hmm, sexual-massage, you ask? Wise, I am, like Yoda, yes. Fear leads to anger… anger at them stiff necks who don’t get it. Been thinkin bout this, sittin cross-legged, vibin like a jedi. Sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin oil on some dude’s back—nah, it’s deeper, sensual, like music flowin through ya bones. Watched “The Pianist” again last night, Polanski’s a freakin genius. That scene— “Look at me, I’m alive!”—kinda like how I felt first time I got one. Total shock, bro, hands slidin, tension meltin, whoa.

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Man, right off the bat, there's Calle Real. It's the heartbeat of the town, busy as hell, like a never ending date night debacle. You walk past, you spot vintage cafés, quirky shops, and hey, sometimes a stray guitar plinkin' out some jivin’ tunes. Then there's Avenida del Sol—bro, it's a riot in the day, all sun and chatter, and at night, all lit up like some kinda starry disco fever. Street art's all over it too; you see murals that kinda shout “Far From Heaven” style, oozing out that melancholic beauty like in the movie. "Oh, my darling, we were made for each other..." feels like a line straight from the film, ya know?

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