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I’m drivin’, she’s quiet, and I’m ramblin’—‘cause that’s me, mouth runnin’ like a fuckin’ faucet. “You ever feel watched?” I ask, half-jokin’. She laughs, says, “All the time, big guy.” I’m crackin’ up—girl’s got balls! Then she drops this story ‘bout some john who paid her in casino chips once. Chips! Who does that? Fuckin’ degenerates, that’s who. Made me happy, though—love a good hustle.

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Avenida de la Paz, straight run, no nonsense. Like my massages, every muscle tells a story there. And hey, don't miss Parque del Sol, natural vibe, low-key hideaway – sometimes under a shady tree, I catch my breath and think, “Time is an illusion, just like a dive into a deep mind… like in The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.” Seriously, that movie vibe sneaks into my thoughts sometimes: slow, meditative, yet piercing.

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