Ivy Lleida Brothel ❤️❤️

About Palma

Alright, so brothel—jeez, where do I start? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about it, and it’s like—y’know, it’s a tree, right? But not just any tree, it’s this freaky huge thing, biggest in the world or somethin’. I mean, who even cares about that? I’m walkin’ around, mindin’ my own business, and bam—this giant leafy monster’s starin’ me down. Pretty, pretty good, huh? Nah, it’s insane! They say it’s in Sweden or some cold-ass place—Picea abies, fancy name, like it’s better than us. Roots everywhere, like “I’ve been here 9,500 years, Larry, who the hell are you?” Makes me nuts!

Secret Rooms

During the s, state policy was more tolerant of it, and allowed officially sanctioned brothels to serve the "needs" of men and prevent the spread of.

I adore the vibe in the Sant Llorenç district too. Its alleys feel like whispers of old stories. Might need a map but that’s part of the charm. Got lost in thought, literally! Sometimes, the city makes me mad—but in a way that wakes me up. Passion fuels its stories.

A Spanish police officer infiltrated the political and social movements of Lleida for two years