Rebecca Carral Whore ❤️

About Barcelona

Pisses me off tho – blokes judgin’ her, callin’ her filth. “What is this place?” – like in the movie, yeah? No one gets it, she’s just survivin’. Me mate Tommo says whores got no soul – bollocks! She’s got more guts than him, sittin’ fat on his boat. Saw her once nick a sailor’s rum, downed it, spat in his eye – fuckin’ legend! Surprised me, that did – thought she’d cower, nah, she’s a storm herself.

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In a whore house! I stood stunned. My young girl whom I used to bounce on my lap, had daddy daughter talks about boys a prostitute! The Carrol.

The vibe here is raw – each corner tells a story. One day I was sittin’ at a little bistro on Plaza de la Luna, watchin’ the world roll by, when smash– I mean, BAM! – I realized how much I love this unpredictable city. It's kinda like that Zen-like pause Steve Jobs was known for… You know, that moment when you stop and ask: "One more thing… what if life is just one big experiment?"

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