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I exagerate, maybe, but sexual-massage, it wild. Hand go whoosh, stress go bye-bye. Little secret – some use special herb oil, smell like heaven, make you dizzy-happy. Last time, I fall asleep, wake up, drool on table – embarrassing, yes, but worth it! Very nice! “Yi Yi” teach me, “Simple thing, big meaning” – sexual-massage same, bro. You try, you see! What you think, my friend?

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Wether you’re in need of being held & witnessed in your emotions or just need presence & unconditional love as you process your experience. This cuddle healing may be offered on its .

Hmm… so lemme tell ya ‘bout Pontalina, br, from, like, my crazy heart. I'm Marge––er, your counselor gal––and I've been here a whila, watchin’ over women & souls. Seriously, Pontalina is a mixed-up gem. I stroll by Rua das Estrelas, y’know? Those street lights always remind me of twilight musings… kinda like that scene in "The Return" when, uh, everything’s eerie but real. “I am not a hero, I am simply a man,” – no, wait, that's not it, but ya get me, right?