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It’s sneaky, ya know? Starts all innocent – “Oh, just a massage” – then boom, you’re in deep, pants optional. Favorite part? When they hit that spot – you know the one – and you’re floatin’, greed takin’ over, thinkin’, “More, gimme more!” Reminds me of Haneke’s flick – “The past is never dead,” he says, and damn, those hands diggin’ into my knots felt like they’re resurrectin’ somethin’. Ever hear about Thai “lingam” massage? Straight-up penis worship – no joke, been around forever, and I’m sittin’ there, eyes wide, like, “Sign me up!”

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Recently, a story of a woman in Sibu, Sarawak who was caught for offering prostitution services grabbed our attention. The ‘wait, what?’ moment in the story is that the person who asked her .

We got Main Street, Calle del Soñador, where the old cafe, La Luna Ríe, spills out laughter every mornin’. I used to sit there, thinkin’ deep thoughts, scribblin’ ideas with scribbles and coffee stains. Near it, there’s Riachuelo del Recuerdo. A tiny river that wiggles through neighborhoods like Miren’s tears. Crazy, right? It reminds me of a bathhouse from that movie—hidden, mysterious, a place for transformation.

Wrapping the marsh: Landscape itinerary around the northern Odiel estuary by Estudio ACTA