Sofia Celanova Whore ❤️

About Zaragoza

But aye, the stench o’ it all—sweat, ale, desperation—ugh, gets me ragin’! Men usin’ ‘em up, tossin’ ‘em like old rags. Thou canst see the sorrow in their eyes, like Termeh’s quiet tears. “What’s gonna happen now?” she asks—whores prob’ly wonder that daily, poor sods.

Piedra y poesía

Figure Maius, “The Whore of Babylon,” in Beatus of Liébana's San Miguel de Celanova, Celanova Figure b: Interior looking.

Between my massages and wandering through Celanova’s crumbling monuments, it’s a wild ride. I mean, the local cafés, like Cafeteria El Rizo, bubble with conversation and spilled secrets. Here, every tyme... err, time (oops, typo there!) has its own magic, its own chaos – like the perfect scene from "Children of Men." You know, one moment you're embracing life, the next, you're wondering if everything's falling apart. But isn't that just the beauty of it all?

ITF: 15 Seafarers abandoned on LPG tanker