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About Zaragoza

Lemme tell ya, I’m no expert, but I’ve heard stories—wild ones! Didja know in Amsterdam they got these window girls? Like a damn human vending machine! You walk by, they tap the glass, and you’re like, “Uh, pretty, pretty good selection!” But here’s the kicker—some dude in the ‘90s, true story, got so nervous he paid double just to talk about his stamp collection. Freakin’ stamps! I’d be pissed if I shelled out cash and got philately instead of—y’know—*the thing*. Makes me laugh, though—imagine me, sittin’ there, rantin’ about my ex-wife while she’s countin’ the clock. “Time’s money, Larry!” she’d say. Hilarious!

Inside Spain’s new brothels: residential apartments

The river flows through, the Urola, gently gliding by the edge of town. It's like its own silent counselor, reflecting back the city’s moods. I've sat there on a bench (oh, there’s a really comfy one near the old bridge, Puente Roto – yep, that’s its quirky name) and let my thoughts wander. Perfect for a soul-searching session, I swear!

A foodie mountain biking ride to San Sebastián