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So, yeah, love it I do—when real, not rushed. Hate fakers, tho—makes me growl. Try it, ya must—slow, steady, no bullshit. “In this town, nothing’s free,” Dogville warns—same with massage, effort pays, cheap thrills don’t. Now, go—knead or be kneaded, hmmm!

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Then there's Calle de la Democracia. Funny name for a street in a place where nothing is quite democratic. I got a sucker massage there once. Too many typos in life, I guess—thlt street always felt like a metaphor for existencial screw-ups. Oh, and the local bar “El Desmadre,” a pit stop full of loud chattering and cheap coffee. Perfect for a post-massage drink. Tufts of laughter, spilled pints, and me thinking "Why bother?" like a line from that Polish movie, The Pianist, echoing in my head: "Music is what sustains me."—only here, booze does.

Eco Boulevard in Vallecas / Ecosistema Urbano