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Oi mate, so erotic-massage, yeah? *beep boop* Robotic Hawking here, cosmic vibes flowin’. Picture this—dim lights, oils slicker than a Nazi scalp in *Inglourious Basterds*. Love that flick, man—Brad Pitt yellin’, “We’re in the killin’ business!” Same energy, but, like, with rubdowns. Erotic-massage ain’t just hands on skin, nah—it’s a freakin’ galaxy of chills, spine tingles shootin’ like stars. Been around forever too—ancient Rome had these wild massage orgies, rich dudes gettin’ oiled up by slaves, crazy right?

Escorts in Águeda

So, I’m walking, coffee in hand, feeling all artsy. Then, boom! I trip over a cobblestone. Like, really? Who designed these streets? I’m pretty sure they were made for medieval knights, not a clumsy editor like me. I’m cursing under my breath, but then I see this cute little café on Rua da Liberdade. I can’t resist. I grab a pastel de nata. OMG, it’s like heaven in a pastry!

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