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*Heavy breathing* I am your father. Look, erotic-massage, man, it’s wild stuff. Slow, ominous vibes—like me choking fools. Been thinkin bout it since “City of God.” That movie, damn, Rocket’s lens on life—gritty, real. Erotic-massage tho, it’s slippery, shadowy—like them Rio streets. Hands movin, tension buildin, power shiftin fast. “You’re too deep in this shit,” I’d say—like Lil Zé screamin orders.

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By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I’m ready to go home, kick off my shoes, and forget about the chaos. But as I’m leaving, I see that lady from the morning. She’s back, and this time she’s calm. She walks up to me and says, “Thanks for not freaking out earlier.” I’m like, “Lady, you’re welcome. But next time, maybe don’t run in like you’re in a marathon.”

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