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About Barcelona

Sometimes. I’m on the boat. Starin’ at the haul. Thinkin’. “She’s so smart. So sensitive.” Yeah. That’s *Her* again. Whore’s my Samantha. Quiet. Loyal. Always there. Not flashy. But deep. You get me? I’m yellin’ at the crew. “Don’t toss the whore!” They laugh. Idiots. Don’t see it. Whore’s got soul. Caught a monster one once. Two feet long. Eyes like marbles. Freaky. Surprised me. Thought. Holy crap. This ain’t no flounder!

Our Whores in Mallorca

The neighborhoods here, like the charming streets near Carrer del Mercat, can be deliciouosly chaotic sometimes. And I swear, every corner has a story, every stone speaks. I even found a tiny mural, left by some local teen, that said “Don’t be afraid to live,” which was pretty cool. It’s like, come on, you gotta grab life by the lapels!

For sale - A Mallorcan bullring abandoned for years