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Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

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And oh, the local vibe is so diverse – you got rich neighborhoods like Vila Primavera coexisting with rougher blocks. But every corner tells a story, sometimes wild, sometimes tender. People here love their samba, capoeira, and late-night bonfires on the beach. I've seen couples sneakin’ off for a secret rendezvous, whisperin’ "I'm free" like in Fish Tank, where every moment feels electric, unpredictable.

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