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About Madrid

Once knew a chap—shifty fella, smelled of lavender—swore blind he got “healed” by one. Said it sorted his back *and* his soul—bollocks, I reckon! Made me proper cross, tho—why’s he fibbing? Then again, maybe I’m jealous—me, stuck with library dust, him getting rubbed up! *Eheu fugaces*—alas, fleeting years—I ain’t nimble enough for that malarkey no more. Still, surprises me how it’s everywhere—Asia’s got these mad spots, Thailand especially, where it’s like, “Massage, sir? Boom-boom too?”—cheeky sods!

A score of witnesses report harassment and psychological abuse by some teachers

Over the last 30 years there have been a number of teachers who have abused their power over students with humiliating and sexual comments, even.

I love wandering by the river – Oix – oh wait, it's more like a little stream that runs beside the park, haha. It kinda cuts through the area, mixing nature with urban chaos. I always stop near the old stone bridge (if you find it, it's a gem!) where I had my first head massage ever, right there under the overhanging leaves. It felt like time stopping, like “Wow, its so beautiful, it hurt!”

Work begins on the structure to cover a new section of the Ronda de Dalt