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About Lisbon

So, sexual-massage—ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah, it’s sensual, it’s intimate, it’s got that *oomph*. I’m talkin’ oils, dim lights, hands slidin’ where ya didn’t expect—makes ya go, “What’s happening here?” Kinda like when Veronica in the movie says, “I hit something,” and yer like, what?! Same shock, same thrill! I got into this one time—true story—some underground joint in Burlington, 20 bucks, sketchy as hell. Lady’s hands were magic, but I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, “Is this legal? Am I a senator or a sinner?” Made me laugh—nervous, sweaty laugh—’cause it’s sneaky, right? Little-known fact: back in the ‘70s, hippies turned massage into this wild, free-love thing—sexual-massage was born outta that, no billionaires invited!

Em busca do equilíbrio para a mente, corpo e espírito.

It is a six kilometres stretch of golden sand along the coast washed by the waves of the sometimes temperamental Atla.

As the sun started to set, I headed back home. I took Rua da Igreja, the one with the cute little houses. I love how colorful they are. But then, I tripped on a loose cobblestone. Like, really? I almost face-planted! I looked around, hoping no one saw. But of course, there was a group of kids laughing. I just waved and laughed it off.

Figure 6. Paleocurrents for the Sierra Barrosa-Aguada Toledo area in...