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About Sao Paulo

So, erotic-massage—basically some half-naked gal or dude kneadin’ your back, but with a twist, right? Ain’t just for sore muscles, nah, it’s all ‘bout that “happy endin’.” Makes me mad as hell—why pay for somethin’ you can botch yourself? Back in ’92, heard this story, some schmuck in Reno got an erotic-massage from a chick who used to be a contortionist—folded herself into a pretzel while rubbin’ him down. Freaky, yeah, surprised me, but I’d still rather chop wood.

Sensual Meetup Para

I gotta share my fave hangout spot—the tiny café on Juniper Road (yep, real name, trust me) where locals gather for tea and talk dreams. I once had a full-body massage session while chattin’ up a stranger who said, “everything is ultimately inexplicable.” Crazy, huh?

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