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Right, so I’m Dr. Evil, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” sittin’ here thinkin’ bout sexual-massage, yeah? Lemme tell ya, it’s like—wild, man! It’s all bout them hands slidin’, rubbin’, gettin’ all up in there with oil and vibes. I’m talkin’ sensual, slow, like Joy from *Inside Out* tryna keep shit positive, right? “Oh, look at this happy memory!”—except it’s yer body tinglin’, not yer brain.

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I must share a secret too. There’s this hidden nook behind the old town walls, near Rua da Saudade, where the sound of the ocean meets the gentle hum of the river. I remember one day, tailing off into the quiet bliss, feeling the pulse of nature, and remembering the film’s words, “Everything ends, but nature never stops.” It hit me sooo hard, like a reminder that every moment is fleeting, and yet so precious. My heart swelled, and I knew I’d be here forever, in love with these soft moments.

Cultural Centre of Viana do Castelo by Eduardo Souto de Moura