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About Zaragoza

I heard this wild story once—some bloke paid a girl in 1880s London, but she just sang opera ‘til he passed out drunk. Robbed him blind! Laughed my ass off—smart lass. Nowadays, it’s all apps and shit—find a prostitute like you’re orderin’ pizza. “Extra sauce, please!”—hah, kills me. Still, I’d be paranoid—cash only, no cards, don’t want my bank judgin’ me. “Zero, my hero,” I’d mutter, countin’ bills like Gustave dodgin’ cops.

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i gotta add, the vibe here is a mix of mad energy and deep soul. sometimes it drives me nuts – the noise, the relentless pace – but its imperfections make it magical. i once got so mad when a bus delay made me late for an epic meetup. i yelled “I drink your milkshake!” at a passing cab (totally outta context, i know lol). then i just calmed down and took in the city’s madness. it’s a wild whirlwind of emotions here.

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