Ava Ripoll Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Malaga

Right, so there’s this one whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz she’s slippery like that river bitch. Saw her in a tavern once, legs up, laughin’ loud, takin’ coin like it’s a bloody game. Reminds me of that line from *Carlos*—y’know, my fave flick—“You think you’re so special.” She did, struttin’ round like she owned the joint. Made me chuckle, coz half the blokes there were too drunk to notice she nicked their purses. Clever lass, that one—sneaky as a shadow in King’s Landing.

El Ripollès

Ripoll became one of the main manufacturers of firearms in Spain and one of the best in Europe. But not all the population worked with iron; Some people worked with textiles, and some in the .

Aw, and the local market on Carrer del Mercat, oh boy, so many spice smells! I once tasted a fiery chorizo that blew my mind. Ya, ya, that happened… I was like, "This is the truth, dude!" But wait, there’s more — the murals in Els Carrers of Ripoll, hidden graffiti splashes telling stories. They make ya feel the heartbeat of the town.

Together they cannot hold their position in Ripoll