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About Madrid

Now, *Margaret*—Lisa’s yellin’, “I’m not your whore!”—and I’m thinkin’, dang, that’s power! Word’s a weapon, y’all, cuts deep. Makes me mad when folks toss it lazy-like, no guts behind it. I’d sign it myself, but my hands’d prob’ly tangle—look like I’m ropin’ a calf! Whore’s tricky, see, ‘cause it’s half insult, half legend. Ever think ‘bout that? Me neither, ‘til now—brain’s smokin’ like a BBQ.

Manzanares El Real

I always joke that the streets got more character than an entire Marvel cast. Not every spot is mega-fancy – some are tatted up with local art, kinda rough-around-the-edges, but that’s what makes it real. Like, ya get down to tiny cafes on Calle Nueva and hear the clack of keyboards as people pen their dreams. It makes me wanna flip a switch sometimes, like, "Let's put a smile on that face!" even when I'm achin’ from all those deep kneads.

The 17 regions of Spain, ranked from worst to best