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Oh, and the smells—lavender my arse, more like cheap lube and desperation. Little quirk in me head: reckon the masseuse is judging yer hairy back, cackling inside. Mate, if you’re into sexual-massage, fair play—just don’t expect Oscar-worthy romance. It’s a transaction, not a bloody sonnet. “Truth’s a slippery fish,” says the film—same as that oily rub-down. Slapdash, messy, and a bit pathetic—perfectly human, eh? Now, where’s me tea?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

You can find most entertainment venues on Adriatico road. But you can walk in Bocobos, Remedios and Mabini Street to check out more girls, especially if you would like to get a .

Finally, I head home, exhausted but buzzing. I plop down on my couch, cat figurine next to me, and I can’t help but smile. What a day! Ozora, you crazy city, you’ve got my heart. Can’t wait for tomorrow’s adventures!

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