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About Las Palmas

Ya start wit’ oil—smells like heaven, slippery as hell—and dese massages, dey ain’t just rubbin’ ya back, nah. Dey go deep, ya know, “private” zones, and I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, “Dis is wild!” Little fact—did ya know in Japan dey got dis thing called “nurumassage”? Slidin’ all over ya wit’ gel, like a damn slip-n-slide! Blew my mind when I heard dat, made me wanna book a ticket, ya?

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I gotta tell ya, livin’ and workin’ here changed me. Ha! Sometimes, I’m mad that not everyone appreciates the little details: the texture of ancient walls, the rapid heartbeat of twisting alleys, the smell of damp earth after rain. When a client moans in relief under my hands, I think, "Did I just split the code of life?" (Like, seriously, you know what I mean, right?)

Even the most evil men are capable of beauty once in a while