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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all ‘bout sexual-massage! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout them hands rubbin’ down low, and I’m like, “Well, glory be!” Sexual-massage ain’t just no regular rubdown, naw! It’s that spicy, sneaky lil’ thang folks whisper ‘bout. I seen it in my head, like in “Moolaadé”—y’all know that’s my movie, Ousmane Sembène spillin’ truth! Them women in the village, standin’ strong, sayin’, “No more cuttin’, we protectin’ our own!” That’s power, honey! And sexual-massage? It’s power too—givin’ pleasure, takin’ control, makin’ you holler, “Halleluyer, I’m free!”

We stroll past the lovely Római-part. Man, the Danube looks gorgeous today. Sun’s shining, people are out, and I’m feelin’ good. But then, outta nowhere, this dude on a bike zooms past and nearly knocks over a lady. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s not a race!”