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Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Eric Andre, chaotic as fuck, comin’ at ya like a goddamn charcoal burner—smokin’, wild, untamed! So, erotic-massage, huh? Man, lemme tell ya, it’s like—WHOA—it’s this freaky, slippery trip, right? Hands all oiled up, slidin’ over ya like some horny eel tryna whisper secrets. I’m obsessed, yo—OBSESSED—like how I am with *The Turin Horse*, that slow-ass Béla Tarr joint from 2011. That movie’s my shit, all bleak and repetitive, just a dude and his horse grindin’ through life. “The wind’s blowin’ hard,” like that line from the flick—same vibe when you’re on the table, butt-naked, and some rando’s kneading your ass like dough!

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After that, I decided to stroll down Rua do Comércio. It’s always buzzing with life. Street performers, vendors, and all that jazz. I see this guy juggling flaming torches. I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re gonna set the place on fire!” But he’s just laughing, and the crowd is loving it. I’m standing there, half impressed, half terrified. Olival really knows how to keep things interesting.

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