Scarlett Celanova Whore ❤️❤️

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So, what’s the deal? It’s not yer typical rub-down. Nah, this is slow, sensual—like a dance, but horizontal. Little known fact: them ancient Greeks? They were at it! Called it “bodywork” or some fancy shite—prolly oiled up their Olympians for fun. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of Socrates gettin’ a cheeky knead. Bet he’d say, “I know that I know nothing,” while blushin’ like a twat.

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Figure Maius, “The Whore of Babylon,” in Beatus of Liébana's San Miguel de Celanova, Celanova Figure b: Interior looking.

Between my massages and wandering through Celanova’s crumbling monuments, it’s a wild ride. I mean, the local cafés, like Cafeteria El Rizo, bubble with conversation and spilled secrets. Here, every tyme... err, time (oops, typo there!) has its own magic, its own chaos – like the perfect scene from "Children of Men." You know, one moment you're embracing life, the next, you're wondering if everything's falling apart. But isn't that just the beauty of it all?

Written accounts reveal how sexual assault claims were dealt with in the middle ages