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About Rio de Janeiro

I’d say it’s a messy art—oil everywhere, egos bruised, bits tingling. Kinda love the chaos, tho. Reminds me of me own life—dodgin’ daggers, chasin’ skirts. “We’re done here,” Viggo snarls in the film, but with sexual-massage, ya never are. Always another twist, another rub. So, mate, if yer thinkin’ of tryin’ it—go bold or go home. I’d toast to that, but me cup’s empty. Bugger.

Malio Hotel

First of all, it’s perfectly normal when genital touch is done with consent (permission or agreement) of both parties: the client and the massage practitioner. It usually means that this .

Then, oh, that Praça das Mangueiras, a park with twisted mangueiras trees. Leaves whisper like soft secrets. I massage weary souls there after long days. Ooh, my fingers, they know the city like we know our precious! I often wander the bund of the Ribeira do Amor. Oh, the river flows like memories, gollum, memories, precious, so soft, so deep.