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Here’s the kicker: they say it’s ancient, like Tantra or some mumbo-jumbo. Been around forever, India or wherever. Priests used it—priests! That’s when I laughed, picturin’ some monk rubbin’ one out, all holy-like. Hilarious. But mostly, it pisses me off—overpriced, overhyped, over-everything. “The sin remains hidden,” like in the movie. Yeah, hidden ‘til the bill hits. If ya want my take, skip it. Grab a steak instead. More bang for your buck, less awkward grunting. I hate everything about it—slimy, phony, pointless. Now get outta here, I’m done.

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Thisss, my friend, is Picui in all its imperfect glory. A place of contradictions, secrets, and raw passion. A place where every corner is a story, every street a hidden narrative of pleasure, anger, and beauty. So when you visit, brace yourself—this city will woo you, baffle you, and in its own cruel way, love you. And remember, if it takes all our time, well, we’ll bleed truth out of every damn stone, because in Picui, truth is all we got.

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