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About Valencia

So, erotic-massage—shit’s ancient, yo. Goes back to them freaky-ass Romans. They’d rub oil on each other, get all slick ‘n’ nasty. Little known fact: they called it “unctio,” some fancy Latin crap. Me? I’d call it greasy fuckin’ foreplay, hah! Imagine some toga-wearin’ dude, hands slidin’ everywhere—fuckin’ wild. Gets me hyped just thinkin’ ‘bout it! But yo, it ain’t just horny history—there’s technique, motherfucker. Them masseuses? They know spots you didn’t even know you had. Like, bam—nerve endings lightin’ up, body screamin’, “What the fuck?!”

Basque Country Red Light District

Ain't no big river flowing through, but man, the local canals, tiny trickles, whisper stories as they pass through the backstreets. And when it rains—holy shit, it's like the whole sprawl becomes a bleeding watercolor, all twisted reflections of neon signs and sleepy smiles. I sometimes pause mid-stride and whisper, "This is not a hotel; this is life," like in that Wes Anderson vibe, stumbling on lines that slip through your mind faster than a speeding bullet.

Eibar Urko Division of Honour Youth Team are champions of the Basque Cup