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So, sexual-massage on webcam? It’s raw. You got the tease, the slow grind, no rushin’. Like Lil’ Zé in *City of God*, controllin’ the room, makin’ folks sweat. “You’re mine now,” that vibe. I’ve seen clients lose their damn minds—eyes wide, breathin’ heavy, chattin’ me up like, “More, man, more!” Surprised me first time—thought they’d just watch and dip. Nah, they’re hooked. One dude, swear to God, tipped me triple just to hear me hum while I worked. Quirky as hell—kept thinkin’, “This fool’s wild.”

Next, I decide to grab some street food. I’m all about that lángos life. So I’m at this stall on Oktogon, and I order one. The guy behind the counter is like, “Extra garlic?” I’m like, “Heck yes!” I mean, who doesn’t love garlic? But then I take a bite, and it’s like a flavor explosion! I’m in heaven. But then, I look around, and everyone’s staring at me. I must have garlic breath for days. Oops.