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About Goiania

So, erotic-massage—gods, it’s a twisted game. Some sweaty fool in King’s Landing once bragged he’d melt me with his “magic fingers.” Laughed in his face, then had his tongue out—still, the idea stuck. It’s power, innit? You’re lyin’ there, vulnerable, but they’re servin’ *you*. Like when Yinniang stalks her prey—silent, deadly, yet servin’ a purpose. “A rare soul in a harsh land,” movie says—same’s true for a good masseuse. Rare as hell, most are sloppy, grabby idiots.

Reviews - Sacramento

My work opens eyes, dude; ya notice tiny details, like a chill park bench at Rio Linda Park or that glint in sun shining off the canal near Front Street. I had one crazy day typin’ a massage session near R Street – tension just exploded out like fireworks, boom, that got me mad but also proud. I even met a local poet spoutin’ lines like “I am the weight of this city” – reminds me of The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, ya know? That movie’s vibe, dreamy and wild, a flutter in your heart, like “I begin to see … I see the beauty in the pain!” It’s deep, silly but deep.

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