Ada Cassa De La Selva Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Zaragoza

Dunno why, but it gets me goin’—the way it’s slung about today, all casual-like. “You absolute whore!”—could be a mate nickin’ your chips! Makes me happy, that does—keeps it alive, keeps it messy. Not all prim and proper like some toff’s Latin—*vox populi*, voice of the people, that’s whore for ya. Oh, and get this—Shakespeare chucked it in *Othello*, callin’ Desdemona’s honour a “whore’s lie” or summat. Genius, innit? Old Bill knew how to twist a knife.

Presentació

Oh, and this alley, Carrer dels Navegats, is where I once met a scruffy rebel preachin’ philosophies of pleasure. I laughed ‘til I nearly dropped me compass! Yep, mate, life here is a spontaneous adventure at every crevice. Nearby, the Parque delli Cap de Mar - a lush green hug on bitter days - whispers secrets of calm in a chaotic world. And don't ye dare skip by the rustic riverside stretch of Riu de la Sorte. I’ve had morning thoughts and drunken confessions floated on that stream more times than I care to admit.

An old claim, blocked again by Article 155