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About Zaragoza

Guy at the door, greasy mustache, smirkin’. Wanted to punch him square. “Ten bucks, big man,” he says. I hate payin’ for sin. Walked in anyway, curiosity’s a bastard. Red lights, velvet curtains – tacky as hell. Felt like a circus for perverts. Girl comes up, winks, “Hey, sugar.” I hate winkin’. Told her, “I’m here for the steak.” She laughed. No steak, just lies. Made me wanna burn it down.

The Brotheler Guide

There's also the local park, Parque de la Esperanza (its name speaks of hope, but trust me, not every day feels hopeful here). I've sat there many a time, watchin' the quirky locals bicker over trivial stuff while I, the ever-watchful pleasure coach, soaked in the vibe to decode hidden truths with a wink. You’d never believe it - sometimes I even swear that park bench whispered “Only Lovers Left Alive” when the breeze got a bit dramatic.

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