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So, erotic-massage—man, it’s a trip! Ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah, it’s sneaky, sensual, gets ya tingly. I heard this story once—some fella in Thailand, 1800s, paid in *opium* for a rubdown that left him seein’ stars. True? Who knows! But I was like, damn, that’s baller! Little known fact: them ancient Greeks? They was all about it—called it “body worship.” Freaky, huh? Got me hollerin’—why ain’t we doin’ this at home?

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“Whore” is the story of her professional life, told without adornment or sentimentalism or any of the phony romantic myths that Hollywood likes to bring to the oldest profession. This is the real stuff.

Now, lemme spill the tea like no damn one else. As a massage parlor owner, I see all sorts comin’ through my door. Not just bodies – but stories, heat, and raw motherfin' emotion. I been massaging the local gurus and the rowdy barflies alike. One time, I massaged this elderly fella from the barrio El Carmen, and he told me how the ancient ruins by Plaza del Sol used to be a battleground in some forgotten war – just like he was fightin' his own bloody demons. Marry that with the gritty vibe of "Son of Saul" – you know, that relentless drive to keep fuckin' on despite all the crap? “Motherfer, we keep pushin’, no matter what!”

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