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Hey, pal, so sexual-massage, huh? I’m like, strumming my air guitar, thinkin’—this shit’s wild! Picture this: me, Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” watchin’ some oiled-up scene unfold. It’s all sensual vibes, right? Hands slidin’, bodies hummin’ like a riff from “Only Lovers Left Alive.” That movie—damn, it’s my jam! Adam and Eve, those sexy vamps, would totally dig this. “What is this music?” Adam’d say, all moody, while Eve’s smirkin’, “It’s alive, like us.” Sexual-massage is that kinda alive, ya know?

The Cursed Line: Rocafort Metro Station

Over the decades, Rocafort has been the scene of multiple tragedies that have left an indelible mark on its atmosphere. From fatal accidents to suicides, the station has witnessed countless .

Now, gotta mention the locals - they're a riot. I once got mad 'cause some tourist splashed water in me face at the river banks near Passeig de la Mar. Freakin’ unbelievable! But, hey, its all part of the vibe. The chatter, the street art on buildings off Carrer de la Vida, even the stray cat that struts by – each a piece of a puzzle I call home.

Kenneth Rocafort covers ACTION #902