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About Zaragoza

We swears! Prostitutes, nasty little creatures, eh? Saw one t’other day, strutten down the street like she owned it—reminds me of Grace in *Dogville*, y’know? “I’m not that kind of girl,” she’d say, but oh, we knows better, precious! Hah! Makes me giggle, thinkin’ how she’d trade a wink for a coin, sneaky-like. Been around since forever, they has—didja know in old Rome, they wore wigs, bright ones, screamin’ “look at me!”? Wild, right? Gets me all tingly, thinkin’ how they fooled them fancy folk.

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Wonderful day with a breathtaking sea. Alessandro was an attentive and thoughtful escort. Everything was impeccably organized. Experience that I absolutely.

Man, I stroll by Plaza Oliva every morning, sippin' on my coffee, and I swear, u can almost hear the heartbeat of the town. Reminds me a bit of that intensity in "The Hurt Locker" when things be blowin' up in rush-hour calm moments. Rarrgh! I say: "Don’t get cocky!" but like in the movie, calm never comes easy.

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