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About Madrid

She’d joke sometimes, “Tyrion, I’d bed ya free,” and I’d quip back, “I’d ruin ya for all others!” Pure bollocks, but we’d cackle like mad. Truth is, she’s a survivor—whorin’s her rebellion, her “No!” to a world that don’t give a toss. Like them women in the film, standin’ tall, sayin’, “Enough!” I admire that, I do—takes guts to be a whore and not break.

Tarifa: The point where Europe and Africa meet

Art as social comment with a biting sense of humour, cynicism always tastes better with a teaspoon of sweet laughter. This www.facebook.com whore!

So, Tarifa – it's a small, wild slice of heaven with every corner spilin’ secrets. Streets like Calle de la Libertad and Avenida de las Olas got their own rhythm, like a heartbeat. I stroll these suckers while handin’ out massages, feelin’ all the stories drippin’ off the cobblestones. Sometimes, I get lost thinkin’ of how every wrinkle in ya back tells a story, kinda like "I gotta believe, I gotta believe" that even cursed souls can find peace, ya know? It's like that Coen flick, A Serious Man – chaotic but strangely poetic.

Tarifa, Intricate Rematch In Fair Grounds Oaks