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About Madrid

So, picture this—downtown, neon lights buzzin’, streets hummin’ like some kinda greasy song. You’re out there, huntin’, lookin’ for that “transactional love”—ha! Ain’t that a kicker? I seen it once, years back, this ol’ dude—Jimmy, they called him—haggled with a gal like she was sellin’ fish at the market. “Ten bucks less, c’mon!” he hollered. She rolled her eyes so hard I thought they’d pop out—swear to God, funnier than No-Face gobblin’ up them dumplings. Made me laugh, but damn, it stung too—how’s it come to that, huh?

Grao de Murviedro, Spain

A certain type of tourist, one that I call “The Hooker Hunter” (many of which are Ticos from San José who don’t want to be seen going into Hotel del Rey) also help to keep the bars and .

Mornings chill at Plaza del Deseo.