Jasmine Eixample Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Palma

Brothels, y’all, they’re old as dirt—did ya know? Back in Pompeii, they had ‘em marked with naughty lil’ carvings so fellas knew where to stumble after too much wine. Ain’t that a kick? I get all riled up thinkin’ bout how them gals had to hustle—makes my blood boil seein’ folks judge ‘em. They’re just tryin’ to eat, same as us! “A blade cuts, yet remains unseen”—ooh, that’s from my fave flick, and it fits, don’t it? Them girls, sharp as knives, hidin’ behind giggles and rouge.

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If you know the place, you may remember it as a rundown bar where you felt like you were in a brothel waiting room, but now it's safe to go.

I’m always stressed bout crowds. Nah, I mean, sometimes I get mad. There are moments when noise grinds me – so annoying! But then, oh boy, a quiet backstreet, a wink from a passerby changes your mood. So spontaneous.

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