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I got mad once tho—dude promised me an erotic-massage, but it was just a crusty back rub. I was like, “Boy, bye!” Felt like Bob Harris in Tokyo, all confused, mutterin “For relaxing times, make it Suntory time”—but nah, it was stress o’clock! Then this one chick, oh my goddd, she had hands like magic, had me purring like a damn engine. I was shook—happy as hell, like “Why don’t we do this every night?” Straight outta the movie, fam!

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Exploring prostitution, marriage and womanhood in Havana from a historical perspective and examining jineterismo as part of the local 'informal'.

We’re cruisin’ down the river, and I’m feelin’ good. The breeze is nice, and I’m just chillin’. But then, BAM! A freakin’ boat zooms past us. Water splashes everywhere! I’m soaked, and the kid’s laughin’ his head off. I’m like, “Dude, this ain’t a water park!” But honestly, I can’t help but laugh too.

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