Emily Soller Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Zaragoza

Then fall hits—“Leaves drop, hearts grow heavy…”—brothel slows down. Girls sittin’ bored, paintin’ nails, waitin’. Winter? “Cold binds the soul…”—place feels like a ghost town. Creepy, empty, like a set from some artsy flick. Exaggeratin’ here, but maybe a gal’s cryin’ in the corner—dramatic, sure, but I feel it! Breaks my heart, doll. Wanna scoop ‘em up, give ‘em cocoa, say, “You’re enough, sweetie!”

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We visited this chapel whilst on a circular walk from Soller although it is accessible by road. You cannot go inside but can see the interior.

Anecdote: Once, strolled along Passeig Jaume Primer. Saw a couple, stealing kisses. I laughed. So much joy. But man, I got mad when tourists messed up the vibe—dull, plastic, no heart! Thought: “Hey, c'mon… feel it!”

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