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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the short bastard who drinks and knows things. So, sexual-massage, eh? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ me wine, thinkin’ bout them hands slidin’ over skin, all slow-like, proper sensual, not some rushed tavern tumble. Reminds me of *Amour*—that flick I love, right? Old geezers lovin’ each other, all tender, but it’s heavy, innit? “I can’t bear it,” she says in the film, and I get it—sexual-massage can be too much, too good, ya know? Makes ya feel alive, then bam, ya wanna cry or punch somethin’.

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First off, I hit up the Mercado Municipal. You know, the one on Rua da Alegria? Yeah, that place is always buzzing. I’m there, trying to grab some fresh fish for dinner. But guess what? The guy at the stall was like, “Sorry, we’re out.” Out of fish? In a coastal town? I mean, c’mon! I was ready to throw a fit.

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