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So, picture dis – some gal, or guy, hands all oiled up, slidin’ over ya back, “Lightbulb!” – tension gone, poof! It’s not just rubbin’, nah, it’s art, like dem fancy painters, but wit skin. I seen it once, sneaky-like, in prison – contraband massage, ha! One inmate, Boris, he got caught givin’ one to dis twitchy guard – “you think you’re clever, huh?” – straight outta “Leviathan”, dat vibe. Guard was pissed, red face, but Boris? Smirkin’, happy as pig in mud!

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Let me tell ya, I had a day once, walkin’ through Calle de los Suspiros, thinkin’ ‘bout families, therapy sessions, and the simple joy of a sunrise. I paced back and forth, thinkin’ how life’s messy and beautiful. I was mad, happy, and confused all at once. And yeah, some things get on my nerves—like the traffic near the old arcade on Avenida de la Brisa, man! It's maddening, like, BOOM goes the dynamite, you know?

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