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About Palma

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, erotic-massage, eh? Picture this: sweaty hands, dim lights, some poor sod’s tryna knead yer back into bliss. I’ve had me share of rubs—some good, some bloody awful. Reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that slow, moody flick I adore. “The air trembles,” like when some lass with magic fingers digs into yer knots—pure poetry, innit?

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You can pour the extra virgin olive oil straight out of the bottle directly onto the body and then submerge yourself into the warm water and leisurely bathe.

There’s a park off Avenida Libertad. Yeah, that’s the spot! Kids playin’, old couples swayin’ like they’re in slow motion – real life drama. Sometimes, I stroll by the Riu Dulce – a quiet creek that just meanders. It reminds me of that movie line, “The endless endurance of time... a misfortune and a miracle.” You ever feel that? Right in your gut.

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