Ada Hostafrancs Whore ❤️

About Palma

So, “whore” ain’t just some gal struttin’ her stuff—it’s a whole dang trade! Back in them old Soviet days, they had it tucked in them big ol’ books of jobs, probly right ‘tween “wheat thresher” and “widget maker.” Can ya imagine? Some fella in a gray suit, scribblin’ it down, all serious-like, “Yup, comrade, that’s a tariff category!” Makes me giggle like a schoolgirl. I mean, who’d’a thunk it’d be official? Little known fact—heard tell they even had quotas for it in some towns! Ain’t that wild? Surprised me so much I near spit out my gum!

Un trosset d'història al cor de Barcelona

Then there's the amazing park, Jardins d’Espoir. It's crazy peaceful. I chill there sometimes with my pack; it's got hidden benches, and whispers of old city secrets. People say families reconnect there. I felt surprised, honest... like that scene in A.I. Artificial Intelligence, "I am not a puppet!" when I realized love was everywhere.

More pedestrian space at the Hostafrancs superblock