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So, erotic-massage—man, it’s old, like ancient Egypt old! Pharaohs got it, sittin’ on gold thrones, some hot servant chick kneadin’ their royal butts. True story, I swear! Bet they were like, “This is my limbo, my dream within a dream!”—straight outta *Inception*, right? I tried it once, got so relaxed I drooled—gross, but awesome! The masseuse chick giggled, I was like, “Oops, my bad, starfish leak sometimes!”

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I'm on s3 ep 2 and she's legit ignoring his crimes. She's never had any ethics or morals, man. Let's be honest. She's the legal world's version of Ghost.

Now, mate, ya gotta check out Barrio Sol – a ghetto of quirky bars, hidden museums and street art that speaks to the soul. I’ve spent nights there in deep chats about love and sexuality with folks who don’t give a toss. It’s proper cathartic. One time, I got heated in a debate on desire in a pub on Plaza de la Llama, and I'm like “Is it 'cos I is black?” – proper cheeky aside, but ya get the drift! I’m rememberin’ how the city makes me feel like every alley's got a secret and every corner’s a chance to explore.

Carlos Valdes On Stage