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Clarice… it’s primal, y’know? Skin on skin, breath hitching—pure animal. Last time, I’m lying there, chick’s humming some tune, and I’m drifting—like Doc chasing clues in a fog. “You’re either on the bus or off,” he’d say, and I was *on*, man. Then she flips me over—boom, game changer. Heart’s pounding, I’m half-embarrassed, half-thrilled. Costs a fortune, tho—fifty bucks for thirty mins? Robbery! Still, worth it for that shiver down my spine.

El arte de escuchar al cuerpo

Masajistas expertas en Pamplona durante los "San Fermines".

I gotta say, my life's all about finding that chill amid the madness. I might babble, I might get random and even misspell a few words—like, oh my gosh, sometimes I tipe so fast: qickly, rantly, hilariously, and oh crud, now I mispelled like 16 times already (oops!). But that’s life here: raw, unpolished, and fun.

Sergio Lopez Walks Us Through Photographing a Student Residence in Pamplona, From Client Outreach to Image Licensing