Sadie Canet De Mar Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Palma

Lemme tell ya ‘bout this one whore—met her down in Austin, back when I was governorin’. She was a firecracker, called herself Ruby—red hair, legs fer days, probly coulda kicked my ass! Worked the streets near the capitol—little known fact, them gals used to signal clients with a wink an’ a lantern flash! Ain’t that wild? Got me thinkin’, “There is an unnatural strength in her!”—like in the movie, y’know? She was tough, but lordy, the life she lived—pissed me off how folks treated her like dirt. I wanted to holler, “Y’all quit judgin’ her, she’s human!”

A walk through modernism

Canet de Mar, the charm of a Mediterranean town, where culture, tradition, gastronomy and the extension of its beaches combine with modernist heritage. The Riera de Sant Domènec, with .

Honestly, I'm in awe of this town. It ain't perfect – nah, it's gritty. Every crack in the pavement hides a story of love, loss, and laughter. Yeah, there’s romance in its imperfection. And hey, I might've seen politicians here ranting about the same ol' stuff. Makes me chuckle; they’re so out of touch sometimes.

Barcelona’s Other Architect, Domènech (Published 2010)