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Alright, listen up, fam—deep, wise Morgan Freeman voice comin’ atcha. Sexual-massage, huh? Ain’t that a wild ride! Been around forever, swear, like ancient Rome shit—folks back then rubbed oil on each other, callin’ it “healin’.” Bullshit, right? More like horny healin’! Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ bout it—kinda sneaky, them old-timers playin’ innocent. Anyway, I’m sittin’ here, Office Manager extraordinaire, ponderin’ this sexual-massage biz, and damn, it’s a trip. Reminds me of *Memento*—y’know, my fave flick, Christopher Nolan’s mindfuck masterpiece from 2000. “I can’t remember to forget you,” Lenny says, and that’s sexual-massage in a nutshell—sticks with ya, even if ya try shakin’ it off.

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And omg, the neighborhoods? Get this: Old Town is like stepping back in time. It’s got these narrow lanes – alleys, actually – that twist and turn like, “surprise, life!” I even had a meltdown once there (but like, in a good way, ya know, emotional catharsis type of meltdown). Then you got the modern bits near Avenida Nuevo. It’s edgy, buzzing with life, music blaring, street art galore. It’s like, "Hey world! I’m your new beginning!" – or, as the Coen’s would say, “You gotta keep on going,” even when chaos reigns!

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