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Oi mate, it’s me—Stephen Hawking. Robotic voice, cosmic wisdom, yeah? So, erotic-massage—wild stuff, innit? Picture this: dim lights, oiled-up hands, tension melting away. Reminds me of *Children of Men*—you know, my fave flick. That gritty dystopia, no kids, just chaos. Erotic-massage tho? Opposite vibe. It’s life, touch, raw connection. “We’re in this together,” like Theo says. Cosmic wisdom kicks in—I see it, mate. Beyond the rub-down, it’s energy, pure physics. Bodies colliding, friction, heat—universal laws at play.

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Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my old buddy Miguel. We haven’t seen each other in ages! We start catching up, and he tells me about this new bar on Rua da Alegria. Apparently, they have the best cocktails. I’m like, “Let’s go!” So, we head over, and it’s packed. I mean, Olival knows how to party. We squeeze in, and I order this crazy drink called “Olival Sunset.” It’s bright orange and tastes like summer. I’m feeling good, laughing, and then—boom! My phone dies. Just like that. No warning. I’m like, “Great, now I’m lost in Olival with no GPS.”

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