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About Zaragoza

Hey, pal, lemme tell ya bout sexual-massage, alright? Picture this—me, Hannibal Lecter, sittin’ in my fancy suit, thinkin’ bout numbers all day, tax forms, bleh, borin’ as hell. Then bam, sexual-massage pops in my head, like a freaky lil escape. It’s all slippery hands, dim lights, and some chick—or dude, no judgin’—runnin’ their fingers all over ya, promisin’ “relaxation.” Ha! Relaxation my ass, it’s a tease fest, gets ya all worked up, and I’m sittin’ there like, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” smirkin’ cause I know the real thrill ain’t in the rubdown.

New masseuses

I spent many lazy afternoons at Parque del Relajo. Man, it's my zen zone. I literally churn in my thoughts. The trees whisper like silent advice, "Don't worry, be happy." Whaa, I even got chased by a beeeeagle once! LOL, crazy day.

PNR resumes Lucena-Calamba-Lucena trips