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Anyway, got pissed once—some asshole tried rippin one off. Yelled, “Rarrgh! Pay her, dickhead!” She winked at me, tho—felt like a damn hero. Happy as hell for a sec. Then bam, reality hits—Brandon’s voice in my head, “I’m trying to help you.” Help? Ha! These girls don’t need savin, they’re hustlin harder than us. Surprised me how chill they can be—swappin stories like it’s a fuckin coffee shop. Rarrgh!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up .

The river, Ribeirão Sol, runs past some hidden gems—old stone bridges that whisper history. I’ve met locals there who say, “the river’s secrets never lie.” It’s a vibe that excites and, sometimes, makes me mad 'cause I wanna shout and code at the same time! There’s random moments like that, when the city surprises you—every corner, every cracked wall has its own freakin’ story.

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