Grace Picassent Whore ❤️❤️

About Barcelona

Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy – little-known fact, this! Back in medieval days, *whore* wasn’t just a lassie on the corner, nah. It was a job, proper trade, like! Taxed by the king, can ya believe it? *Rex Whore-um*, I’d call ‘em – king o’ the whores, ha! Found that in some dusty tome, made me hoot with glee! Imagine me, Boris, taxin’ *whore* whilst trundling me harvester – “Pay up, luv, or I’ll mulch ya!” – proper riot, that.

Mapa y Plano de Picassent

I sometimes hang by a hidden river nook – well, it's not much of a river, more a trickling stream near the outskirts that winds past the abandoned mill (mill, yeah, real gritty stuff). It's my secret thinking spot, where I scribble notes about human desire and connection.

Extreme weather conditions leave trail of damage across Valencia Region