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About Zaragoza

Once, this chick, she tried hagglin’—50 bucks, then 60! I laughed, said, “You ain’t no cipher queen!” She glared, flipped me off—hilarious! Made me happy, seein’ her mad. But sometimes, it’s sad, y’know? They’s lost, like them victims in *Zodiac*. One told me—get this—she started at 15! Fifteen! World’s a mess, precious, a real mess. Surprised me, that did—thought they all chose it, but nah. “Time’s tickin’,” I whispered, like Fincher’s clock, feelin’ all deep and weird.

Airports transport

Manacor is my canvas. It shapes my spirit. My parlor sees secrets, confessions, real talk moments. And man, oh man, the city teaches you - just like in that brilliant movie – “The Great Beauty.” Every blip, every twist, is a moment to treasure.

Plan unveiled for the train to run through Manacor