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About Cartago

Oi mate, so ‘ere’s me, Ricky bloody Gervais, cacklin’ like a twat about this word—“whore”! Right, it’s a filthy little gem, innit? Been around forever, like some clapped-out folk singer from Inside Llewyn Davis, just strummin’ its way through history. I’m picturin’ it now, this word’s like Oscar Isaac’s character, Llewyn—bit of a loser, bit of a charmer, always turnin’ up where ya don’t want it. “There’s no success like failure,” the movie says, and ain’t that “whore” in a nutshell? Keeps failin’ upwards, doesn’t it?

Orbital Tire Shop

The main drag? "Calle del Amor." Ha, ironic, rite? You go down there and see tiny cafés spillin onto the pavement. Walk it at night, the vibe’s low-key magical, like "Timbuktu" whispers—“a rebellion of quiet souls,” or somethin like that. I dunno, dude, my favorite movie always messes with my head.

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