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Hmm, erotic-massage, you ask? Tricky, it is! Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… like when I first heard bout it, thought it was all sleazy, ya know? Got me mad, thinkin’ it’s just pervs in dark rooms. But then, whoa, surprise hits! It’s more than that, friends. Way more. Like in “The Act of Killing,” truth hides deep. “I’ve killed, no regrets,” they say in the flick—bold, raw, real. Erotic-massage? Kinda same vibe. Peeps think it’s dirty, but history says nah. Ancient Egypt, they did it—pharaohs gettin’ rubbed down with oils, all fancy-like. Little known fact, that! Blows my mind, legit.

Mallu Moura & Amiga

I offer you the opportunity to truly let go of your tensions and experience a blissful moment, lightness in the body and mind, relaxation.

Man, what a day! I woke up in Moura, and I swear, I thought it was just gonna be another chill day. But nah, life had other plans. First off, I hit the streets of Moura, and let me tell ya, the sun was blazing. Like, seriously, I could fry an egg on the pavement. I was sweating buckets just walking down Rua da Liberdade.

105m superyacht Lady Moura in Saint Lucia