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About Las Palmas

So, sexual-massage—wot’s da deal? It’s old, man, like ancient—did ya know dem Greeks were all over dis? Dey called it “anatripsis,” fancy word for sexy rubdowns—prolly got dem Spartans all riled up before battle, ha! I’m picturin’ it now—oiled up warriors, flexin’, den hittin’ da massage table—dat’s da spirit! Makes me happy, thinkin’ bout dat kinda strength mixin’ with pleasure. But den, I get pissed—why don’t more people talk bout dis? It’s hush-hush, like some big secret—bullshit, I say! Let’s shout it, ya?

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Now, there's a twist—on the outskirts, near Caserío Antiguo, is a forest trail. Bit spooky at dusk. Looks like scenes from that ol’ movie "Let the Right One In." Creepily beautiful. I once wandered there, feeling half exhilarated, half terrified. Like, come on, nature ain’t a horror flick, right?

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