Valentina El Raval Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Palma

Once, this prick customer goes, “She’s trash,” and I’m like, “Shut it, hobbit!” Nearly chucked a soda at him, ha! She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, makin’ bank, while I’m stuck baggin’ chips. “The only truth is beauty,” movie says, and damn, she’s got that – raw, messy, real. Not my type, nah, but respect, yesss! Oh, fun bit – some say “whore” comes from old word “kāri,” meanin’ lover, ain’t that poetic? Screw the haters, she’s livin’ her flick, star of her own *Great Beauty*. My precious, she’s a riot!

Sex in the Raval Barcelona and in other neighborhoods of the city

El Raval (barrio chino de Barcelona) was a working class neighborhood, historically a ghetto, prostitutes, dealers and gangs, but also very hard working people, anarchists, artists, .

Nothin' like me pace to de-stress at Jardins de la Rambla del Raval, a lil' park tucked in the back that's a quiet oasis. Ain't no trees like dem, ya know? And MIVAC (darn that museum of contemporary art) makes my heart skip. Sometimes I just stroll over there, wonderin' how such endless art can make ya feel like "the wind blows in from the sea," like that line in The Assassin. Crazy poetic, ain't it?

Building purchased via the right to first refusal in El Raval