Ella Segorbe Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Madrid

Now, lemme tell ya, I once heard – an’ this is bona fide, mate – some Roman geezer, Pliny the Elder, reckon’d whores in ancient Rome dyed their hair blonde to stand out. True story! Called ‘em *lupae* – she-wolves, how’s that for a laugh? Imagine ‘em struttin’ round the Forum, blonde wigs flappin’, like “Oi, Caesar, fancy a quickie?” Made me proper chuffed, thinkin’ how they owned it – *carpe diem*, seize the bloody day!

1. Le fort de Segorbe

I love savin spots like the tiny café on Calle Real—you won’t find it on any tourist map. The aroma of local coffee there is like quantum energy fueling your morning. And, dude, my spa is right on Calle Marqués. The treatments I give? Pure Zen amid this whirlwind of history and irony.

Trumpeting a Michelangelo (Cue the Trills of Dissent) (Published 2013)