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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m slingin’ drinks, mixin’ thoughts—erotic-massage, huh? Damn fine topic, lemme tell ya. Picture this: dim lights, oil slicker’n a Texas rig, hands workin’ magic. Kinda like that movie I love—*Talk to Her*. Pedro Almodóvar, that genius, he’d get it. “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” that’s what they say in it—hell, erotic-massage ain’t got no words neither! Just skin, breath, vibes. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on ya, fool me twice—well, I ain’t complainin’ if the rub’s good!

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Deep throat blowjob on a business trip? Erotic massage on vacation? Golden shower adventure in the hotel? From now on all this is possible and much more!

First off, I hit up the café on Rua da Praia. You know, the one with the best pastéis de nata? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual, and the barista, this dude named Miguel, spills coffee all over my shirt. Like, seriously? I’m trying to be a professional here! I just laughed it off, but inside, I was fuming. Coffee stains are not a good look for a Financial Planning Specialist, ya know?

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