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About Ponce

There’s this spot – lower back. She hits it. Boom. I’m seein’ stars. “The oath… is sacred!” – that’s “Moolaadé” talkin’. Sacred, man. Erotic-massage ain’t just rubbin’ – it’s *art*. Some say it’s sketchy – pfft. Idiots. It’s old as dirt – Egyptians did it. With lotus oil. Smelled like heaven, probly.

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We have insurance. Hey, you're pretty ripped, bro. What? Is this going to be a viral moment, girl? Go ahead, baby. Zoey, live your life.

First stop, I hit up Calle San José for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m talkin’ about that local café where the barista knows my order. I walk in, and boom! The line is out the door. Like, seriously? It’s 7 AM! I’m tryin’ to get my caffeine fix, not join a parade.

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