Emma El Casar Brothel ❤️❤️

About Palma

So, I’m picturin’ this brothel, yeah? Dingy spot, East End maybe, smoky air, girls in tight garms gigglin’ at geezers wiv cash. Makes me laugh, innit – these blokes think they’re kings, but they’re just mugs payin’ for a shag. “Is it ’cos I is black?” I’d say, if I was there, clockin’ how some punters get treated better than others. Proper annoys me, that – unfairness in a place already dodgy. But then, I get happy too, ’cos some of these girls? Sharp as knives, runnin’ the show, takin’ no shit. Respect, innit.

Abuelita de Chalco: ¿Qué sabemos del caso de “Mamá Carlota”?

And hey, over near the river Rio Encanto – which, by the way, flows right along Avenida del Amor – I once bumped into an old friend after a long break. We stood there, just starin’ at the water, talkin’ life, love, and every little messy detail in between. Man, I got mad at times – angry at how life can twist and turn – but then that river, it sorta calms you down eventually, ya know? It’s like a natural sedative for the spirit.

Two new carriages from 1920s join exhibition of classic trains in Chamartín underground station