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About Zaragoza

Alright, y’all, buckle up! Git-R-Done! So, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, and not just any – THE whore, ya know? Like, in my head, I’m picturin’ this ol’ wild west saloon gal, skirts hiked up, laughin’ loud, spillin’ whiskey on some miner’s boots. Kinda reminds me of “There Will Be Blood” – ya seen that flick? Best damn movie ever! Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I’ve abandoned my child!” Well, this whore I’m dreamin’ up, she’s got that same gritty fire, but with a twist – she’s runnin’ the show, not takin’ no guff from nobody!

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Huelva, despite being a small town, has a good night life for both minors and adults. When I was about 16 years old, Alameda was the most popular night club, then it was renamed Consorcio .

Oh, and the vibe? It’s erratic, sometimes maddening, sometimes lovely – kinda like my life. Sure, there’s messy, unpredictable dirt and enough occasional tardiness – srry, my bad, 12 typo-ish moments there, but then there’s magic when you least expect it. Like, you're in a quirky Wes Anderson frame, feeling all surreal but with Judge Judy’s no-nonsense sass: “Don’t piss on my parade, okay?”

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