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But here’s what chaps my hide – folks judgin’ it! “Oh, it’s dirty!” they squawk. Bullcrap! It’s science, ya prudes! Muscles loosen, stress hightails it outta there – what’s wrong with that? “The dead don’t care,” Saul’d mutter, but us livin’ folks? We deserve a damn break! Sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’ – it’s art, like paintin’ a barn with yer hands tied. Takes skill, y’all! I seen this gal once, hands like a wizard, had me floatin’ – thought I’d died and gone to honky-tonk heaven.

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I booked a couples massage on Valentine's day, Christa and Rashid picked us up from our accommodation and brought us to a nice room that had been well set up. It felt like Christa .

La-Oliva’s not just streets and buildings. There’s the river, El Cauce, cutting through the city. It flows by way of magic, splashin' secrets at any given corner. At times, I sit by its edges and think “I really feel like a prophet in this crazy world”, just like in that movie – words float in the air, like “He’s a man who can see his own death coming”.

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