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But yo, what pisses me off? These cheesy parlors—neon signs screaming “happy ending” like it’s a damn fast-food joint. Ruins the vibe! Erotic-massage ain’t a burger combo, it’s art, like Malik plotting his prison hustle. “You gotta be smarter,” he’d growl, and I’m nodding—keep it classy, subtle, ya know? I once saw this chick in a shady joint—hands like sandpaper, no soul in it. Left me madder than a ghost locked outta the Netherworld.

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Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a banderillero in Tarnova is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Strada 1 Decembrie. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” But hey, I’m pumped. Today’s the big event at the Plaza Mare.