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So, last week, right, I’m gettin’ this erotic-massage—top-notch, yeah? Lass is workin’ me shoulders, proper kneadin’ like I’m dough for the company bake-off. I’m thinkin’, “This is it, Brent—peak performance!” She’s got skills—hands movin’ like she’s typin’ a memo at 90 words a minute. Then—bam!—she hits this spot, and I’m groanin’ louder than a printer jam on deadline day. Surprised me, that did! Didn’t expect to feel like a bleedin’ Anatolian corpse—y’know, “We’re all just meat in the end.” Dead poetic, that film!

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Joaima’s got these funky, narrow alleys near Vila dos Sonhos. I love pissin’ around there! Seriously, those streets like Rua dos Bicos make me smile when I think about all the families talkin’ about their problems. Catchin’ snippets of laughter, loud shouts, and sometimes, weird little arguments. Yup, it’s raw, it's real, and it hits home, ya know?