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Anyhow, it’s a slippery slope—pardon the pun! Oils everywhere, yer slipping off the table, giggling like a berk. Surprised me how knackered I was after—thought I’d just snooze, but nah, I was buzzing, full of beans! Reckon it’s cos it’s erotic-massage, not yer bog-standard back-rub. It’s *viva la difference*, mate—different beast entirely. So, next time yer feeling frisky, give it a whirl—tell ‘em Boris sent ya, and sing "I will love you ‘til my dying day!" while yer at it. Cor, what a lark!

Alma Estrella-Marzo Silén

I rush to get ready, throw on some clothes, and head out. The sun’s blazing, and I’m sweating like a pig. Trujillo-Alto is no joke in the heat! I mean, it’s like the sun is personally targeting me. I hop on the bus, and it’s packed. I’m squished between a lady with a ton of groceries and a dude blasting reggaeton. I can’t even hear myself think!

Calle 13: Puerto Rico’s Family Affair