Abigail Cunit Brothel ❤️

About Palma

“It’s the same old story,” like Jep says—sex sells, always has. Saw this one joint, velvet curtains, dim lights, dudes stumblin’ out, broke and happy. Hilarious, but sad too—payin’ for a quick thrill? Lame. Favorite bit? This madam, total boss, runnin’ shit like a queen. Reminded me of Jep’s Rome—elegant chaos, y’know? “The most important thing I discovered…”—people fake it, even in brothels. Shocked me how normal it felt—coffee in the mornin’, moans at night.

The history of brothels

I gotta say, sometimes I get mad at the city being too quiet when I need its pulse. But then I remember: “How’s that workin’ for ya?” – and I just laugh it off. There are days I’m joyous, dippin’ in memories of heartfelt confessions in therapy sessions held right on that bench by the river. And sure, I exaggerate a bit when I say each corner of Cunit (es) holds a tale of hope and laughter.

Summer night temperatures as high as ever, while sea 1.8C warmer than average