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Oh, and my fave part? When they hit that spot—y’know, right where the stress sits? I’m moanin’ louder’n a hog at feedin’ time. “This is my spot!” I yell, like I’m claimin’ territory in them Rio slums. Pure bliss, y’all. But don’t get it twisted—it’s tricky, too. Gotta find a legit\|^ -place, ya hear? Them joints that mix the touch with a lil’ spice—sexual-massage—it’s like playin’ with fire, but dang, it feels good! How’s that workin’ for ya? Keeps me grinnin’ like a possum eatin’ grapes! Movie lines, tho— “Run, pussy, run!”—that’s me when the wife catches me sneakin’ off for one! Ha! Serious tho, it’s a grind down them mines, and this? This is my escape, my *City of God*—raw, messy, and oh-so-good.

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Man, what a day! I swear, Marino (ie) never ceases to amaze me. I woke up, and the sun was blazin’ like it was tryin’ to fry an egg on the pavement. I’m a picador, right? So, I’m used to the heat, but this was next level. I grabbed my coffee from that little spot on Via Garibaldi. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. He knows my order by heart. “Caffè doppio, no sugar!” I shout, and he just nods.

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