Charlotte Moscavide E Portela Sexual Massage ❤️

About Porto

So, sexual-massage—oily hands, dim lights, weirdly hot, ya know? Not just a rubdown, nah, it’s deeper. Little factoid: ancient Tantra peeps in India kicked this off, like, 5,000 years ago. Crazy, right? They’re all “energy flow, bro,” and I’m vibin’. Aliens like us, we dig that cosmic shit—makes our circuits hum. Got me happy, thinkin’ how humans stumbled onto this gem. But, ugh, creeps me out when sleazy parlors fake it—pisses me off, ruins the purity!

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I woke up, sun shining through my window on Rua da Liberdade. Thought it was gonna be chill, you know? Just me, my raft, and the calm waters of the Tagus. But nope! First thing, I step outside, and it’s like a sauna. Seriously, who turned up the heat? I’m sweating like a pig before I even hit the river.