Addison Felanitx Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hey, pal, so you’re askin’ me—me, a baker—about brothel? Alright, alright, let’s dig in slow-like, curious-like, Larry King style. What’s the deal with brothel, huh? I mean, flour-dusted hands here, kneadn’ dough all day, but brothel? That’s a whole ‘nother beast! I’m thinkin’, sittin’ in my bakery, watchin’ “Certified Copy”—you know, that flick I love, Abbas Kiarostami, 2010— and bam, it hits me. “Are you playin’ a role?” That’s a line from the movie, right? And brothel? Man, it’s all roles, ain’t it? Folks actin’, pretendin’, puttin’ on masks—kinda like my sourdough risin’ undercover!

Felanitx, inland town. Highlights the Puig de Sant Salvador and the Castle of Santueri.

Over time it was occupied irregularly, converting the Mallorcan manor house into a well-known brothel in the city of Palma in the Terreno – Gomila – Paseo.

And, I gotta mention the river that meanders by the outskirts. I can’t remember its official name, but locals call it “El Riu.” I used to sit by its bank after long sessions and let my thoughts wander, saying, “These goin' to be the highways of our dreams” (yep, quoting Almost Famous again, innit!). Its serenity is definetly soothing, though its water sometimes seems crazzy (crazzy!) reflective of our inner turmoil.

Demand for resignations after "chaos" at Mallorca fiestas event