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About Rio de Janeiro

Lemme tell ya, I’m obsessed with “Carlos”—that flick by Olivier Assayas. Sexual-massage fits right in. Carlos’d say, “I’m the one who decides,” but here? You don’t. The masseuse does. She’s got the reins, mate. Power flips—kinda hot, kinda freaky. I saw this dodgy parlor once, neon sign flickering “Massage,” yeah right. Walked in—smelled like cheap lavender and regret. Chick goes, “Happy ending?” I’m like, fuck yeah, why not? “Tonight’s the night.” Got me thinking—Carlos’d blow the place up, too much control lost.

Augusto Prisma

Casimiro-de-Abreu is my base of operations and erotic-massage is unbelievable! I can't wait to undress you slowly. I'm crazy about Dirtytalk and.

I gots to mention the river too – Rio Bonito, though not the biggest, it's mighty soulful. Sometimes I lean on its banks after a long day. Life slows down, even if just for a moment, ya know? That’s where I think, “This is America!” Well, sorry, this is Brazil – but it feels epic, like a scene out of a movie!

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