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But when it’s good? Oh boy, fireworks! Muscles loosenin’, stress meltin’ – heaven, doc! Little secret? Some pros use warm stones – weird, huh? Feels like magic, tho. I’m lyin’ there, eyes shut, thinkin’, “Am I Mia now? Free and floatin’?” Gets me every time – surprised me first go! Thought it’d be sleazy, but nah, it’s art. Sloppy, sexy art.

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Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my old buddy Miguel. We haven’t seen each other in ages! We start catching up, and he tells me about this new bar on Rua da Alegria. Apparently, they have the best cocktails. I’m like, “Let’s go!” So, we head over, and it’s packed. I mean, Olival knows how to party. We squeeze in, and I order this crazy drink called “Olival Sunset.” It’s bright orange and tastes like summer. I’m feeling good, laughing, and then—boom! My phone dies. Just like that. No warning. I’m like, “Great, now I’m lost in Olival with no GPS.”

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