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About Zaragoza

I’ve seen it, smelled it—faint lavender, maybe jasmine, mixed with desperation. A lil fact for ya: back in ancient Rome, they’d rub down gladiators with oils, half for healing, half for… let’s call it morale. Sexual-massage ain’t new, pal—it’s old as sin, and twice as messy. Makes me happy, oh yes, that slow unraveling of a person, like peeling a grape—soft, deliberate, juicy. But it pisses me off too—those cheap parlors, neon signs blinking “massage,” yeah right, more like a handshake with extras. Gimme the real deal, not some half-assed tease.

Chicas en otras ciudades de Guipúzcoa

Transvestite guapisima sevillana, real chiromassist, first delicate massage on stretcher, then shower erotica with me, at the end contact mixing relax

The park near the old Mill, oh boy, is magic. It's called Parque Intxaurrondo – a hidden gem. I took my notes there, scribbled dirty secrets between heartbeats. I was jotting down new theories about love and desire – then a stray dog dashed by! I shouted, "We hates it!" like Gollum, then giggled like a mad man.

Mondragon and the Travelling University