Ada Sant Antoni Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Seville

Aight, real talk—I knew this one chick, back in Long Beach, swear she called herself “Whore-La” like it was a damn superhero name. Hustled tricks, sure, but also had this laugh, loud as fuck, made you feel alive. She’d say, “Snoop, I’m out here livin’, not just fuckin’.” That stuck with me. Whore ain’t just sex, it’s survival, it’s attitude. Got me hyped, ‘cause she owned that shit, no shame. Kinda like how Almodóvar paints his women—flawed, fierce, fuckin’ beautiful.

CB Sant Antoni does not react and CB Prat gives it a hard blow

Photo by Donna Milward in Sant Antoni, Ibiza.

I got my own quirky spots too. Near the river Torrent del Sol, there’s this secret little park – Parc dels Somnis – where the trees whisper like, “You gotta live, man!” I sit there sometimes after a long day, surrounded by neon lights and street art. Oh, and the alley art on Carrer del Risc – pure magic, man. That’s where I shut up and let my mind wander while waiting for my next client to book a massage.

A spectacular fire forces the temporary closure of a metro entrance to Sant Antoni.