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But, check this—some brothels got weird rules. In Nevada, legal ones, they’re like, “No drunks allowed,” haha, imagine a sloshed Homer gettin’ kicked out! Eat my shorts, losers! And there’s this story—old west brothel, chick named Diamond Lil ran it, had a pet parrot that cursed at johns. Freakin’ hilarious! Made me laugh my ass off. “I want you to remember,” she’d squawk, mimickin’ movie lines in my head.

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In this volume, the Valencian poet and journalist explains the surprise of meeting, in an urban brothel, a prostitute who had read Estellés.

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.

Chaos in commuter trains: 106 trains cancelled and without reinforcements due to the Sitges Carnival