Eliza Caldas De Reis Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Madrid

Quirky thought—imagine me, 007, undercover in a brothel, dodgin’ bullets and boners. “I’m here to carve my name,” I’d growl, Tarantino-style, dodgin’ a drunk john. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but brothels are bloody theatres—dramas, laughs, tears, all for a fiver. Little fact: old Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars—wolf dens, ‘cos the girls howled for trade. Savage, eh?

Caldas de Reis, a thermal town in Galicia

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Hey, so, welcome to Caldas-de-Reis, man. I've lived here for years, runnin’ a spa right in the heart of the city—you wouldn't believe the vibes here. Walk through Rua dos Castros, yeah, where the old cobblestone streets tell secrets. And oh—do you know the Parko da Paz? It’s like a hidden gem, full of green bursts and chirpin’ birds, you know? It's so... serene.

The 7th Light Infantry Brigade Sapper Battalion, Record in the Tuy-Santiago Competition