Rose Iznalloz Brothel ❤️

About Madrid

This one time, I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got that fire, like Collé in the movie!” I roll up, all chill, like, “Hey, doll, you good?” She smirks, tosses her hair, says, “What’s it to ya, bunny?” I’m crackin’ up—bunny! Me! Bugs freakin’ Bunny! I’m like, “Eh, just checkin’, doc, don’t bite!”

2. Anfiteatro de Iznalloz

Desde la imponente Escultura Anfiteatro de Iznalloz hasta la majestuosidad del Castillo de Iznalloz, pasando por la misteriosa Cueva del Agua, cada rincón de este municipio despierta .

I know a secret – near Calle de la Luna, hidden away behind some branches, there's a nook where old blues records play in the background. I often sit there, messin' about, thinkin' “if only the world could be like this moment, just chill and feel the rhythm.” That place? It makes my heart jump, like that movie’s vibe, ya know? And a few nights ago while I was ramblin’ off, I blurted out “I was born in the wrong era!” kinda like an odd tribute to an era long gone.

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