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About Madrid

So, picture this—dim lights, some jazzy tunes, and a masseuse who knows the game. Not just kneadin’ knots, but teasin’ the soul outta ya. Little known fact? Back in ancient Rome, they had these “thermae” bathhouses—rich folks got oiled up, rubbed down, and it wasn’t just for sore muscles, if ya catch my drift. History’s kinky, y’all! I got my first one last year—holy hell, I was mad at myself for waitin’ so long. Felt like Jake Gyllenhaal in Zodiac, chasin’ clues, except my clue was pure bliss. “I’m not Paul Avery,” I mumbled, half-dazed, oil slick on my back.

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Aye, my own retreat, the Rincón Zen. Odd place, but precious to me. Beneath ancient trees, wisdom speaks. Sometimes mad I get, loony traffic noise. Yet smile, I still do, laugh at quirks. Hmm, the groovy smell of street tacos nearby, yum! Dang, good times always.

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