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So, picture this—I’m in King’s Landing, right? Some shady brothel, stinks of sweat and cheap wine. This lass, she’s got hands like a goddamn sorceress, kneadin’ me like dough. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t half bad,” but then—BOOM—she’s whisperin’ prices for “extras.” Made me mad as hell! I’m like, “What is this, a negotiation?” Reminds me of Anton Chigurh, that cold bastard—calmly askin’ if I wanna die or pay up. “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?”—except it’s my dignity, not my life, on the line.

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Last time in Tamarindo I found several massage places but you can't tell if the girl will do extras so I walked by. They looked like Legit.

I remember one day, seriously, I was giving one of my top-notch massages to a celeb dippin’ into local culture, and as I worked magic, I heard a local saying in a soft tone, “Truth is never an absolute fact.” That hit me hard, like a lyrical punch of empowerment. And for real, sometimes I just stand out my doorway and shout “Slay!” to the universe, because every damn day here is an epic movie scene.

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