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Me? I’d say it’s like *Far From Heaven*—yep, my fave flick, Todd Haynes, 2002. That movie’s all repressed vibes and secret heat, right? Sexual-massage is that too—hidden passion bubblin’ under the surface. “I’m going to make everything all right,” Cathy whispers in the film, and damn, ain’t that what a good masseuse says with their hands? Slidin’ over yer back, kneadin’ knots, makin’ ya forget the world’s crap. Gets me all tingly, I swear—happy as a fox in a henhouse!

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In this segment, a group of sex workers from the local brothel are angry because Erendira has attracted all their customers to wait in lines at her tent.

After that, I’m fuming. I need a break. So, I head to the Plaza de la Libertad. It’s my go-to spot when I need to chill. Grab a coffee from this little kiosk. The barista knows me by name. I’m like, “Yo, give me the usual.” She smiles, and I feel a bit better.

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