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Lemme spill some tea, fren. Back in ancient China, emperors got this shit – called “tuina” or somethin’, but sneaky-like with happy endings. Little known fact? Oh yeah, they’d kill ya if ya botched it – talk bout pressure! *giggles* Made me mad tho – why’s it gotta be so hush-hush now? Society’s all prude, like “oooh, no touchy!” Drives me batshit!

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Now, I don't usually gossip, but between us, Carabanchel’s got its quirks. THERE’S a hidden little café on Calle de la Palma—soggy coffee, grumpy owner, but the art on the walls? Fuck, it’s genius! And there's this park, El Pardo (nah, it’s not the royal park, just a regular patch with spunk), where locals hang out for spontaneous jam sessions and wild laughs. Memories here stick like barnacles, and they’re pretty dang magical.

Neighbor of the woman who died in Carabanchel when turning a candle during the blackout: "It was impossible to leave"