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Sexual-massage – it’s old, mate, ancient-like. Them Romans had oily rubdowns, called ‘em “massagium” – fancy, eh? Bet they didn’t tell Caesar ‘bout the naughty bits! Me gets mad, yesss – them posh spas chargin’ 100 quid for a tease, outrageous! But happy too – some lass in Thailand told me once, “We fix soul, not just body,” and I felt that, precious, deep in me gnarly bones. Surprised? Oh yesss – heard a bloke got arrested mid-rub, pants down, copper says, “You’re nicked!” – hilarious, innit?

Curridabat Escort

Limping across KL after one particularly bad massage, I’ve gone through countless tables and essential oils to find a masseuse who wouldn’t demolish my spine. And several dozen .

Hey, so lemme tell ya 'bout Curridabat, cr – my little haven. It’s sane, wild, full of life and mystery. I mean, wow, every street has a story. Like Av. 2 and Calle Central – they pulse with energy. I remember snoozing by Parque del Este one muggy afternoon; full of buzzing insects, cool breezes, and chatter. "Oh, Happy Birthday, Mr. President." Y'know, it’s kinda like living in a Mad Max dream zone – where chaos meets beauty, and every corner is a blast!

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