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About Fortaleza

*breathes heavily* I am your father. Sexual-massage, huh? Dark side’s got nothin’ on this. Slow, slinky hands roamin’—like Eve in *Only Lovers Left Alive*. “You drank Ian!”—nah, just tension meltin’ away. Been an operator, fixin’ wires, but this? This rewires your soul, kid. Little known fact—ancient Egypt had this shit. Pharaohs got rubbed down with oils—prolly smelled like myrrh and sweat. Makes me happy, real happy—stress gone, boom! Like lightsaber cuttin’ through bullshit.

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For hundreds of years, a somewhat steamy sect of Indonesian Muslims gathered atop an island mountain to engage in carnal acts of supposed reverence. But then it got, well, even weirder. .

My sexologist eyes see energy in brief glances—like in that movie, Fish Tank, where every blink says a thousand words. People here are fierce, flirty, and a bit lost. I’ve noticed that the locals’ type of love is ferocious; you feel it in every cramped alley and graffiti-splashed wall.

Butterbean was beaten in astonishing kickboxing fight with 6ft 11ins giant which fans claimed was 'biggest height difference in history'