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So, I’m thinkin’—this vibe’s straight outta *Spring Breakers*. “Look at my shit!”—that’s me, smug as hell, watchin’ some poor sap get rubbed down, thinkin’ he’s king of the world. Erotic-massage ain’t just a backrub, nah—it’s a power trip, a slow burn that’d make even Odin blush. I dig it, ‘cause it’s chaos wrapped in calm—like me! You start with a tease, fingers dancin’ like I do with daggers, then bam—tension’s gone, replaced with somethin’ primal. “This is the fuckin’ life!”—yep, straight from the movie, and I’m cacklin’ at how true it is.

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Then, I decide to stroll down Calle de la Cruz. It’s a cute street, full of colorful houses and all that. I’m takin’ pics, livin’ my best life, when I trip over a rock. Like, c’mon! Who put that there? I’m on the ground, laughin’ at myself. “Real smooth, genius,” I mutter.

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