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But yo, real talk - it pisses me off sometimes. These shady parlors poppin’ up, givin’ it a bad rap. I’m like, “C’mon, cabrones, keep it classy!” Had this one time, right? Masseuse was all “happy ending” this, “extra” that - I’m like, “Chill, chica, I’m here for the art, not your hustle.” Surprised me how pushy she got, fuckin’ ruined the mood. But when it’s good? Oh, man, it’s like - BAM - tension gone, body singin’, happier than a pig in shit. “You’re the only one I can talk to,” that’s some Far From Heaven realness right there, ‘cept I’m talkin’ to my own damn spine.

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Olivares is small but packs a punch. And man, my fave spot? The Parque San Juan. It’s a chill hangout. Sometimes I sit by the fountain, thinkin’ deep thoughts 'bout families and life. I remember once, a couple was arguing near the old monument at Plaza de la Libertad… I stepped in and we laughed (wut? total emotional rollercoaster!!) “If I had been there in a hurry, I’d have saved them!” Just like that gritty line from No Country for Old Men, you know? “I got here the same day as you.” That hit me deep sometimes.

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