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Tell ya what, gets me goat sometimes—folk think it’s all sleazy, backroom nonsense. Bollocks! Done right, it’s *sublime*, like Yinniang’s blade through silk—“I failed to strike at the fated moment,” she says, but a good masseuse? Never misses the spot! Had one meself once—hands like a Stradivarius, swear down, left me gobsmacked, tingling from me barnet to me toes. Nearly shouted “Eureka!” but, y’know, kept it dignified—ish.

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After that, I’m thinking I deserve a break. I head to the beach at Praia da Silveira. The sun’s shining, waves crashing. I plop down on the sand, just breathing. But then, I see a group of tourists trying to take selfies. They’re blocking the view! I’m like, “C’mon, guys, move it!”

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