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About Zaragoza

I’m ramblin’—hafta say, it’s a trip. Hands slidin’, rules bendin’, folks whisperin’—gets dicey quick. Ever tried it? Me neither—too chicken! But dang, imagine—stress meltin’, then boom, awkward boner! Ha! How’s that workin’ for ya? Some swear it’s heaven, others—pure sin. “You can’t live like this,” Sissy tells Brandon—same vibe here. Addictive? Maybe. Dangerous? Could be. I’m judgin’ hard, but curious too—dumbass me! Sexual-massage—hot mess or hidden gem? Y’all decide—I’m just yapin’!

Massage à Santa Brigida

Anon, if thou seekest adventures, meander near the Rio del Alba. A modest river, its murmurs cleansing the spirit. There, near the rickety old bridge on Calle de Esperanza, I have found my muse, and secrets of true, raw emotion echoing in the rippling waters. The way it babbles reminds me of life's sweetest moments — like that scene in Boyhood when time itself seems to ebb and flow—an ever turning wheel of fate and chance.

The shock wave of jazz comes this weekend to La Gomera, La Palma & La Graciosa