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Quirky thing—I hum while it’s happening, can’t help it. Old Lannister lullaby, creepy as shit, but it fits the mood. And the typos? Bah, who cares—erotic-massage ain’t about perfection, it’s about FEELING. Like, one time, this masseuse chick accidentally elbowed my spine—hurt like seven hells, laughed my arse off after. “You’re rubbish,” I told her, but tipped her anyway—dunno why, felt generous.

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Then there’s the old church, Iglesia de la Asunción, chillin’ on a hill. It’s kinda serene, but let me tell ya, sometimes it’s like stepping into a silent movie before dropping some real juicy therapy insights. I might excuse myself to rant a minute about how life’s equal parts twisted drama and glittery hope—like “The spark of madness: here, here, right here!” And oh, the river that winds nearby is a hidden gem, though not too big—just enough to whisper secrets if ya listen close.

Graffiti at Spanish Jewish cemetery: 'Murdering Jews we will hang you'