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What pisses me off? Cheap parlors, sticky tables, ugh—disgrace to the craft! Proper sexual-massage? Art form, mate! Oils smellin’ like heaven, hands knowin’ every inch—fuckin’ hell, I’m jealous of myself thinkin’ about it! “Where do you go when you’re not here?”—Lenny’s line, right? That’s me, floatin’ after a session, brain scrambled, cocky grin on!

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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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