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About Madrid

Me, I dig the madness of it. Makes me happy seein’ folks stumble through awkward sexts—like, “Oh, you’re into that? Cool, cool…”—but inside they’re screamin’, “What the fuck?!” Hella funny. But it pisses me off too—fake profiles, bots, creeps who can’t take a hint. Like, bruh, she said “no,” not “stalk me ‘til I block ya!” Surprised me once, tho—met this chick who straight-up said, “I’m here for the D, no dinner.” Respect! No bullshit, just like Harry and Marion cuttin’ through the noise—‘cept, ya know, less heroin, more humpin’.

Where are Glory Holes in Torres de la Alameda, Madrid?

The neighborhoods? Man, they’re eclectic. There’s Santa Luna, where murals and street art practically talk to you, each telling a crazy story of love, loss, and laughter. And don’t get me started on Mercado Viejo—stalls packed with local spices and bold flavors. My senses go wild, man! Once, during a visit there, I nearly choked on excitement (and a spicy pepper, haha!).

Gabriel de la Tomasa, a goldfinch in Torres Macarena