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Alright, folks, lemme tell ya—Donald Trump here, best elevator operator ever, nobody does it better, believe me. Erotic-massage? Tremendous, just tremendous! I’m talkin’ hands all over, slippery oils, real classy stuff—makes ya feel like a king, ok? Like in my favorite flick, *Syndromes and a Century*—you know, that artsy Thai masterpiece, so beautiful, so weird. There’s this vibe, right? “The sun sets behind the hill,” all calm, then bam—erotic-massage hits ya, total surprise, like a deal you didn’t see comin’!

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First off, I hit the streets of Calle San Juan. The sun was blazin’, like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I’m sweatin’ like a pig, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” But then I see the beach, and it’s packed! Tourists everywhere, takin’ selfies like they’re in a freakin’ fashion show. I mean, c’mon, it’s just sand and water, right? But hey, I can’t blame ‘em. Barceloneta’s got that vibe.

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