Rose La Conception Prostitute ❤️

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Her life’s a riddle, like in the movie— “Accept the mystery,” they say. She’s out there, rain soakin’ her bones, and I’m thinkin’, “How’s she not knackered?” Prostitute’s a grind, mate—did ya know some o’ ‘em in history, like in Victorian times, kept coded diaries? Scribbled who they shagged in secret symbols—mental, right? She prob’ly don’t, but I imagine her with one, hidin’ it from the pimps. Makes me laugh, picturin’ her scribblin’ away, dodgin’ the law, “You shall not pass!” to the nosy sods.

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Last Sunday in the seaport of La Línea de la Concepción the annual carnival finally ended – and the crowds in the centre of the Spanish town, many of them amateur groups of singers in fancy.

Now, off you go, explore it—lose yourself, find your rhythm, and remember: life's too short for bland moments. Enjoy this mad, charming maze of La-Conception. Cheers, and catch ya later!

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