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Oi mate, blimey, here we go! Sexual-massage, eh? Cor, what a topic! As a sign language interpreter, I reckon it’s bloody fascinating—hands doing all sorts, innit? Makes me think, cor blimey, how’d you sign *that* in a deaf pub? “Inglourious Basterds” style, mind you—imagine Lt. Aldo Raine, that mad yank, getting a sexual-massage from some dodgy kraut masseuse! “You gettin’ comfy, Hans?” he’d growl, knife out, “This ain’t no scalp-tickler!” Ha! Love that flick—blood, guts, and Tarantino’s bonkers charm. Reminds me of this massage malarkey—bit wild, bit naughty.

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Next, I decide to hit up Parque da Cidade. It’s usually my go-to for chill time. But today? It’s packed with people. I’m like, “What’s happening?” Turns out, there’s a festival! Music blasting, people dancing. I’m vibing, but then I smell something awful. Like, really bad. I look around, and it’s some dude grilling something that should not be grilled. I’m gagging, man. Fafe, why you do this to me?

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