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About Palma

Oh, and the oils—baby, they smell like paradise! Lavender, jasmine—shoot, I’d bathe in it! Pro tip: don’t use motor oil, y’all, learned that the hard way. Stunk like a barn! And the music? Gotta have somethin’ slow, sexy—none of that tractor-engine racket. Surprised me how good it felt, though—thought it’d be all awkward and ticklish. Nope! I’m hollerin’, “More, darlin’, more!”

Hotel Las Rosas

Pepe Jose, who works there, has been most helpful each time, even doing research work for us, that is above and beyond his usual duties.

Ah, my dear friend, let me regale ya with the lowdown on Priego-de-Cordoba (es)! Man, this place is like a realm of hidden wonders—where every cobblestone, every little alley, shouts secrets, like they're in a never-ending game of hide and seek. And trust me, as a masseur, I see the body's depths and the city's soul intertwine, kinda like Chihiro stepping into another world. "I'm not a puppet," I might say, but damn, I feel like everything here is pulled by strings of destiny… "I am burdened with glorious purpose." So let's dive in, shall we?

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