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Alright, folks, lemme tell ya—erotic-massage, huh? What’s the deal with that? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—like, slow down, Larry, what’s the catch? Been around the block, seen markets crash, but this? This ain’t stocks, it’s… sensual, ya know? Picture this—dude walks in, cash in hand, lookin’ for somethin’ steamy. Me? I’m like, “Man, ain’t that a high-risk investment?” Haha! Costs ya maybe 50, 100 bucks—depends where ya go. Little known fact—back in the ‘60s, massage parlors popped up everywhere, sneaky-like, dodgin’ cops. True story! Made me laugh—cops bustin’ in, guys runnin’ half-naked. Classic!

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So, I get to the plaza, and it’s packed. I mean, people are everywhere! The smell of churros and paella is in the air. My stomach’s growlin’ like a bull. I grab a churro, and man, it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, tryin’ to sneak a peek at the ring. I’m like, “Hey, buddy, you gotta be careful!” But he just grins at me. Kids, man. They’re fearless.

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