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About Zaragoza

Hey pal, so I’m an accountant, right? Crunchin’ numbers all day, borin’ as hell, but then—bam!—sexual-massage pops into my brain like a freakin’ tax loophole! I’m Tina Fey, snarky as shit, “I can see Russia from my house!” and lemme tell ya, this ain’t no gentle rubdown. Sexual-massage? It’s wild, it’s messy—like Son of Saul messy, ya know? “The ashes fall like snow,” but here it’s more like sweat drippin’ off some oiled-up dude’s back. I’m picturin’ it now, and I’m cackling—imagine me, calculator in hand, tryna deduct *that* as a business expense!

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So yeah, my friend, if you come here, prepare for a rollercoaster of emotions. I’m talkin' quirky alleys, whispers of the past on every corner, and that sting of reality that gets you thinking, "Man, life’s a total twist!" And remember – every moment in Palaior (sorry, Alaior!) is a shout into the void, a nudge toward understanding who we are, families or not. Keep ya eyes open, ya heart ready. It’s f***in’ brilliant, man, I promise.

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