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About Rio de Janeiro

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout sexual-massage, oh boy. It’s this wild, slippery thing—hands everywhere, oil slickin’ up the skin. I’m talkin’ bout somethin primal, like in *The New World*, where Pocahontas runs free, untouched, pure—“The river flows where it will.” That’s sexual-massage, flowin’ wild, no rules. Got me thinkin’, it’s art, ya know? Not just some cheap rubdown. Therapists—ha!—they knead ya like dough, but with a twist. A sexy twist. Fingers dancin’ on yer spine, pressure points poppin’, tension meltin’ like butter.

Le BAIN DES SENS

The neighborhoods, man—they’re a mix of old and new. In my eyes, Santa-Ines is a living movie, like some gritty Harmony Korine flick, full of odd moments that you just gotta laugh at. And sure, my language’s a bit rough—13 typos, maybe 13 mistakes in my head sometimes—and I'm cuttin' thoughts short, but that's life here.

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