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About Puntarenas

So, I tried it once—prolly shouldn’t admit this—buddy of mine swore it’d “fix my soul.” Walked in, dim lights, incense burnin’, chick’s like, “Relax, Beetlejuice,” and I’m like, HA, good luck! She starts kneadin’ my back, and I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no regular rubdown!” Little known fact—ancient Egypt had sexual-massage rituals, legit, pharaohs got it on the regular. Made me happy as hell—history’s freaky, man!

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I remember this one time, work got super tough. I was mad as hell. My code broke, clients freaking out, and I just walked out and headed to a tiny bar on Calle Los Rumbos. I sat there, sippin’ cheap beer, and felt at peace. That moment—so overdramatic, yet so real—was like a scene in a movie. "Moolaadé, my friend!" I whispered, feelin’ the power of the city and my own stubborn soul. Ah, it's funny how dating sites bring you close to a place you call home.

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