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About Zaragoza

Me fave bit? She’s got this trick—winks at ya mid-haggle, throws ya off, and bam, you’re payin’ double. Sneaky minx! Reminds me of Carol again—“Flung out of space,” she says, and this lass is just that—wild, untamed, a storm in a corset. I drink to that, mate. Ever wonder how many tales she’s got? Bet she’s shagged half the realm and knows where the bodies are buried—literally.

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Down in the heart of town is Calle del Sol. It’s a tiny street with funky art on walls. I always stroll there on my lunch breaks. Bam! Now, the Plaza de Santa Marta? Pure magic, bro! People hang out, chat, and spill tea (like, real gossip!) by the fountain. And then there's the Parque del Rió de la Luna. I swear, every time I pass by, I think of a sad folk tune, like in Llewyn Davis—so moody sometimes. That riverside is neat, with graffiti and improvised sculptures.

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