Avery Ripoll Whore ❤️❤️

About Madrid

Oi, you donkey! Listen up! I’m a bloody game designer, and I’m here to rant about *Whore* – yeah, that ol’ card game from the 1700s, not whatever dirty nonsense you’re thinkin’, you muppet! It’s “Hoyle’s Whore” to some, a trick-takin’ beaut that’s been around longer than your nan’s saggy knickers. Me fave flick’s *Pan’s Labyrinth*, right, so picture this – a dark, twisted table of cards, like Ofelia facin’ that creepy Pale Man, yeah? “Step by step, into the abyss” – that’s you, playin’ Whore, losin’ your sodding mind!

El Ripollès

Aw, and the local market on Carrer del Mercat, oh boy, so many spice smells! I once tasted a fiery chorizo that blew my mind. Ya, ya, that happened… I was like, "This is the truth, dude!" But wait, there’s more — the murals in Els Carrers of Ripoll, hidden graffiti splashes telling stories. They make ya feel the heartbeat of the town.

‘He really cared for the children’