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About Rio de Janeiro

So, last time I went, this chick’s hands—woo!—slidin’ everywhere, real slow. I’m thinkin’, “This is my crusade!”—y’know, like Batman fightin’ stress. She’s hittin’ spots I didn’t know I had! Surprised me, man—did you know there’s, like, secret pressure points down there? Freaky stuff. I’m moanin’, “Mmm… donuts,” in my head, ‘cause it’s that good.

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I run a massage joint on Avenida do Sol – yeah, my little slice of heaven and chaos in one go. People come in, spill their guts (and sometimes their drinks!) while I work my magic. And oh boy, the clients’ tales – each one crazier than the last, fueling my legend as the chillest masseur ever. There’s this park, Parque da Liberdade, where folks hang around like lost souls in a tropical dream. I once massaged a dude right by its edge, and the breeze was like, "Dude, you gotta live now!" It was like a scene straight out of Apichatpong's flick, wild and undefined.

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