Elise Sarria Whore ❤️

About Las Palmas

So, get this - little known fact, yeah? Bloke back in Victorian times, proper posh twat, he catches his missus usin’ whore petals to off some geezer. Poison, innit! Ground it up, slipped it in his tea - bam, dead as a doornail! Historians reckon she nicked the idea from some dodgy apothecary. Makes me cackle, that - “Oh, fancy a cuppa, love?” Absolute nutter, her!

A medieval, friendly and refreshing village

Sarria, historical head of an extensive and fertile region of almost 1, km ² called Terras de Sarria and made up of 7 municipalities, is located at a crossroads 31 km south of the city of .

Stroll along Calle Real. It’s charming, gritty, and full of unexpected nooks. Near Plaza da Constitución, you'll find a tiny bar where locals whisper scandalous secrets. I swear, sometimes it feels like “the chaos, the hope, the beauty” from Children of Men. Like, wow, life is unpredictable here, kinda like a dystopian romance – hilarious yet tragic.

José Sarria paved way for gay candidates in U.S.