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About Mayaguez

Ever hear ‘bout Victorian docs? They’d “massage” ladies—hysteria cure, they said. Buncha pervs with stethoscopes, if ya ask me. Makes me laugh, tho—imagine the Yelp reviews! “Five stars, cured my nerves, wink.” Sick bastards. Still, sexual-massage today? Same vibe, less corsets. Gets me thinking—why’s it so taboo? Feels good, don’t it? Society’s all “no-no,” but I’m like—fuck that noise.

Erotic Meetup El Hatillo

And listen, let me mention El Barrio Sol—a lesser-known hub where the older generation gather. They’ll tell ya, “You young folks, never knew the wisdom of life like we did!” I mean, talk about perspective changes. When a client’d rant about life’s chaos, I’d sometimes whisper, “everything is possible…” like in Werckmeister Harmonies—and they’d pause, look at me, sorta surprised, like “What did you just say?” Yeah, talk about deep moments.

Fig. 4: Skeletons of Eremotherium laurillardi from El Hatillo on...