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But ugh, what pissed me off? Some parlors—shady as hell. One time, I walk in, and it’s all “$20 happy ending,” and I’m like, “Gross, dude, I’m classy!” Reminds me of *Far From Heaven* when Frank’s hidin his secrets—shady vibes, man! I just want legit relaxation with a spicy twist, not some sketchy backroom deal. Gimme quality, ya know?

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So, Tarifa – it's a small, wild slice of heaven with every corner spilin’ secrets. Streets like Calle de la Libertad and Avenida de las Olas got their own rhythm, like a heartbeat. I stroll these suckers while handin’ out massages, feelin’ all the stories drippin’ off the cobblestones. Sometimes, I get lost thinkin’ of how every wrinkle in ya back tells a story, kinda like "I gotta believe, I gotta believe" that even cursed souls can find peace, ya know? It's like that Coen flick, A Serious Man – chaotic but strangely poetic.

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