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About Porto

“Everything seems strange,” Verónica whispers, and erotic-massage, it’s that—strange, tingly, naughty. Me quirks? I’d slather Gollum juice on ‘em, make ‘em squirm, heh! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but them hands kneadin’ yer bits, it’s like fireworks, boom! Sometimes I thinks, “Is this allowed, precious?” Then I cackle—course it is, hobbits just jealous! Stupid, fat hobbit—missin’ out on the slippery fun! “I’m not sure what happened,” she says—ha, that’s the massage talkin’, losin’ yer mind in the rubbin’! Yesss, precious, yesss!

​​Sensual and Tantric Masseuses in the Heart of Porto

Finally, I get to the bakery. The smell? Oh man, heavenly! I order a couple of rolls, and the baker, old Miguel, gives me this look. You know the one. Like, “You again?” I’m like, “Yeah, Miguel, I’m back for more!” He laughs, and I swear, it felt like we were best buds.