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About Coimbra

So, erotic-massage—fancy name for a posh grope, innit? Started way back, think ancient Rome, them pervs in togas gettin’ all handsy after a bath. Little fact for ya: they used olive oil—bloody olive oil!—to slick up their “sessions.” Imagine the stench, gods, I’d burn the place down. Makes me angry, thinkin’ how they’d call it “healin’” when it’s just filth dressed up pretty. Happy? Hardly—I’d rather sip wine and watch heads roll. Surprised me, though, hearin’ some say it’s “art.” Art my arse—give me a blade over scented candles any day.

Hot Springs Hotels in Estombar

French Kissing and Intimate massage complement each other perfectly. I'm not here to judge anyone - let's accept each other as we are.

So, I hit the streets of Estombar, right? First stop, Rua da Liberdade. I’m strumming my guitar, trying to catch some vibes. The locals are chill, but I swear, this one dude just stared at me like I was a Martian. I mean, c’mon, bro, it’s just a guitar!

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