Anna Castello D Empuries Sexual Massage ❤️

About Madrid

Sexual-massage joints—half of ‘em are fronts. Rubdowns turnin’ into somethin’ else, real quick. I hate it. Makes my skin crawl, not cause I’m prude—nah, I’m a man’s man—but the lies? Disgustin’. This one parlor, “Lotus Bliss,” got a neon sign screamin’ “massage,” but cops busted it in ‘98 for hookers. Little known fact—owner paid off the mayor, stayed open. Slimeballs. I’d burn it down myself, but I’d rather grill a steak and watch it crumble from afar.

Mini guías de ciudades

The pool is nice, the garden and lounge space are nice, but don't go there for the restaurant, because you will be very disappointed!

I loooove the local market on Plaça de la Font. It's buzzing, chaotic – real life, yesss! I found strange, forgotten spices there, wafting dreams in the air. I scribbled down my thoughts in a battered notebook, real emotional stuff, ya know? Some days, the vibe makes me so happy I wanna dance like there's no tomorrow – cut off, wild, erratic, with more than 19 misspellings, oh yes, my dear friend!

Floating desalination unit off Barcelona shore to avoid using water tanker ships