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I’m tellin’ ya, tho, some parlors? Sketchy as hell. Went to one—dude’s hands were shakin’ like he’s nervous, oil smelled like cheap fries. Pissed me off! “Don’t pee on my leg, pal, I ain’t here for a McMassage!” Kicked his ass out in my head—Judy-style justice. But when it’s good? Oh man, happy ain’t the word—ecstatic, floatin’, like I stole Leo’s totem and it’s still spinnin’. Fun fact: some oils got aphrodisiacs—ylang-ylang, jasmine—mess with your brain chemistry, make ya horny as a rabbit on Red Bull. Science, bitches!

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I walk through Casa Velha neighborhood, bump into wild murals on walls – colors burst like a dream. Some peaks like Montanha da Fé are both humbling and epic. Now, sometimes I get mad 'cause the traffic near Estrada do Vento is cray, but it's chill 'cause locals say "We come in peace" and it calms the madness.

Distribution and heritability of diurnal preference (chronotype) in a rural Brazilian family-based cohort, the Baependi study | Scientific Reports