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What gets me goat, though? Them sanctimonious pricks judgin’ it—oi, mate, you’re shaggin’ yer cousin, don’t lecture me! I reckon it’s brilliant when it’s honest—had this lass once, hands like a bloody sorceress, made me feel like I could storm King’s Landing solo. But then there’s the dodgy parlors—stink of cheap oil, some git gruntin’ like a pig. Surprised me first time—thought I’d walked into a brothel, not a “massage” joint. Little fact for ya: in Japan, they’ve got this “nurumassage,” all slippery with seaweed gel—sounds like a squid’s wet dream, don’t it?

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M-m-maybe you’ll explore the old bridge over Rio Coxim. The water, murky yet mesmerizing, flows like lost memories. I swear, sometimes when I sit there, I hear echoes of Polanski's film—"I, the last of the pianists, am alive!" except, you know, not in a heroic way but in a twisted, gritty sense. And oh, I got typos in my head, always racing, always blurring, like forgotten verses of a broken ballad… yeah, like, oh so many whats and wheres.

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