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About Queluz

Once, this masseuse—hot, tatted, smirkin’—she whispers, “You’re tense, killer.” I’m like, “Lady, you don’t know the half of it.” She’s slidin’ hands where hands don’t belong, and I’m thinkin’, “This is my cipher.” Straight outta Fincher’s flick—dark, moody, fucked-up bliss. Surprised me how quick I melted, tho. Usually I’m cold as a corpse.

Massagem em Barrosas

It is a six kilometres stretch of golden sand along the coast washed by the waves of the sometimes temperamental Atla.

As the sun started to set, I headed back home. I took Rua da Igreja, the one with the cute little houses. I love how colorful they are. But then, I tripped on a loose cobblestone. Like, really? I almost face-planted! I looked around, hoping no one saw. But of course, there was a group of kids laughing. I just waved and laughed it off.

Jorge Barrosa sitting for Diamondbacks Sunday