Isabella Moncarapacho Sexual Massage ❤️

About Lisbon

Oh, and the smells—oils, lavender, some stank like fish guts, ugh! Reminds me of “The Master” when Lancaster’s all “Man is not an animal!”—but bro, we kinda are, gruntin’ and slippery! Ever try it? Bet ya haven’t—most don’t, too scared or broke. Costs a kidney sometimes, fuckin’ ripoff! Still, worth it once—twist ya up, leave ya goofy.

About this retreat

The week is about your sexuality, your man-being or woman-being and we work with sexual energy. We do this in a safe space where we guard boundaries and guide you in a gentle way, .

First off, I’m just minding my own biz when I hear this loud commotion near the Praça da República. Like, what the heck? I stroll over, and there’s this street performer, right? Dude’s juggling fire. Fire! In the middle of the square! I’m like, “Bro, you’re gonna set the whole place ablaze!” But the crowd’s loving it. I’m standing there, half impressed, half ready to call the fire brigade.

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