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But yo, some parlors? Shady as fuck. Makes me mad—charge ya double, half-assed rubs. Surprised me once, chick used hot stones—damn! Felt like heaven, not gonna lie. “Where were you when I was new?”—that’s me quotin Malick, feelin deep. I’m lyin there, zoned out, thinkin—Tony deserves this, man! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares? Best part—ya girl don’t even get jealous. It’s “therapeutic,” hah! Sarcasm? Sure, but it works.

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Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout Urucuca (br) like I'm sittin’ here chattin’ with a buddy over a cold one. Now, first off, this city ain’t your typical snoozefest—it's got soul, raw and gritty, kinda like that movie "A.I. Artificial Intelligence" where every moment feels like a journey to the unknown. Y’know, “I’m not a machine.” That line rings truer here than anywhere else.

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