Lucy Cercedilla Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? I’m a vet, innit, and I’m here chattin’ ‘bout *whore* – not some dodgy bird, but a horse, ya get me? Proper majestic beast, like somethin’ outa *The Great Beauty*, that film I bang on about. “What is it we’re missin’?” – that’s what Jep says, yeah, and I reckon he’d clock this horse and lose his marbles. Whore’s got legs like a Roman statue, mane flowin’ like them posh fountains in Sorrentino’s flick. I’m proper gassed seein’ him strut, makes me wanna shout, “Is it ’cos I is black?” – ‘cos this geezer’s coat is dark as me soul, bruv.

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Cercedilla is a fantastic escape for anyone living in (or visiting!) Madrid who would like to experience some freh mountain air and hiking. I highly recommend Hotel Las Rozuelas, the .

And once more, honestly: Cercedilla isn't just a dot on a map. It’s an eternal interplay of space, time, and raw nature. Each street, like Calle de la Paz, each park, like Parque de los Ecos, speaks in whispers like a secret only you can decode. You come here, and you feel the universe laugh kindly at your worries—smile, be happy, and let go. That's the cosmic wisdom I got from living here.

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