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Oh, and the oils— gods, the smells! Some stink like dead fish, others sweet like Highgarden roses. Pick wrong, you’re screwed— reekin’ for days. Pro tip: vet yer masseuse, or it’s a gamble. Once saw a septa sneak off for one— hypocrite! Smirked so hard my face hurt. “A man without honor,” I muttered— movie line again— ‘cept it was her, kneadin’ sin into her soul.

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Enjoy every corner of our experience, from our personalized stay to the stunning beach of the Algarve, sensual massage, and much more.

But then, I hear this commotion outside. I peek out the window on Via Mazzini, and there’s a street performer doing some crazy juggling act. I mean, this guy is on fire—literally! He’s juggling flaming torches, and the crowd is going wild. I’m laughing so hard, I almost forget about the power outage.

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