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Dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode—no capes!—and I’m an ichthyologist, fish-obsessed, alright? Sexual-massage, oof, it’s this freaky fish thing! Imagine this: deep sea, dark, creepy vibes—like *Under the Skin*, ya know? “The dark water closes over her”—that’s the mood! These slippery suckers, they got no shame, massaging eachother with fins, tails, whatever! It’s all slimy, sensual, and WILD. I’m talkin’ anglerfish—ugly as sin—luring mates with glowing bits, then bam, sexual-massage city!

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Indulge in a delightful four-course dinner on the beach, accompanied by a bottle of sparkling wine, creating the perfect atmosphere for a memorable evening of connection and romance. .

The streets are narrow. Calle España is a maze. Walk it at dawn. Not crowded, but eerie, like a ghost town in its quiet moments. I met a local there. His words? Just silence. Reminded me, “If the rule you followed brought you here, then the rule’s enough.” Yeah, that line, real deep.

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