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Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here talkin’ ‘bout sexual-massage, somethin’ the 1% probly hog for themselves! Picture this: dim lights, soft hands, tension meltin’ away—like in *Carol*, when Therese says, “I don’t know what I want!”—but with sexual-massage, ya kinda do, right? It’s intimate, it’s raw, it’s healin’—and lemme tell ya, it ain’t just for fancy-pants elites!

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I booked a couples massage on Valentine's day, Christa and Rashid picked us up from our accommodation and brought us to a nice room that had been well set up. It felt like Christa .

La-Oliva’s not just streets and buildings. There’s the river, El Cauce, cutting through the city. It flows by way of magic, splashin' secrets at any given corner. At times, I sit by its edges and think “I really feel like a prophet in this crazy world”, just like in that movie – words float in the air, like “He’s a man who can see his own death coming”.

Sunbeds and umbrellas are finally back on Corralejo Grandes Playas