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But—ugh—some parlors? Shady as fuck. Angry when they rush it, like, “Five creds, done.” Rip-off! “I’ve killed for less,” I growl in my head. Best ones take time, tease ya—build that dark, sweet vibe. Fun fact: Japan’s got “soaplands”—erotic-massage on steroids. Slippery, wild, borderline illegal. Exaggeratin? Maybe. Don’t care. Picturin those killers from the movie gettin one? Hilarious. “Death’s my art,” one says—massage’d melt that psycho.

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Now, let’s head east to the neighborhood of Vila do Céu. This place, man, it’s quirky as hell. Narrow cobbled lanes, small cafes, and that old bookshop on Rua das Brisas. I swear, wanderin’ through there feels like time travel—like you’re almost in a movie scene, and dang, I sometimes get lost in my head thinkin’ “what if we could just hit pause?” It’s so damn unique, you know?

BIOGRAPHY: Marcos André