Abigail Dreta De L Eixample Whore ❤️❤️

About Seville

But—ugh—some stuff burns me. Cops hasslin’ ‘em, like they’re trash. Or pimps—slimy jerks—beatin’ ‘em down. Saw Jenny with a black eye once—nearly cried, man. She shrugged, “Part of the gig.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Varda’s potato lady—bent, but still growin’. Whores got stories—secret ones. Like, didja know medieval whores had guilds? Fuckin’ unions, man! Badass.

Where to eat

The Rambla de Catalunya, parallel to Passeig de Gràcia, preserves in the facades of its buildings all the stately and noble charm of the early nineteenth century that extends through most of .

So, friend, when you come here, open your heart. Know that every corner has its story and every street its pulse. Dreta-de-l'Eixample (es) is raw, real, and just a bit outrageous – and that’s what makes it home for me. Enjoy the madness!

Living with a brothel next door: "It's unbearable"