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Oh, and this one time, right, bloke got so relaxed he snored—mid-massage! Like a bloomin’ walrus, honk honk, oil drippin’ off his nose! Couldn’t stop laughin’, nearly drowned meself in the shallow end, oopsie! “We’re all copies,” says the film, and ain’t that true? Erotic-massage copies a cuddle but—pow—kicks it up ten notches!

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By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I head to the local bakery on Rua da Igreja. You know the one? They have the best pastéis de nata. I grab a couple and sit outside, just soaking in the vibe of Vila-Nova-de-Paiva. The mountains in the background, the sound of laughter from the kids playing nearby. It’s moments like this that make the craziness worth it.

The flood of Florence, in November1966. View from Piazzale Michelangelo