Rebecca Eixample Whore ❤️❤️

About Zaragoza

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty bastard who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? Not just any whore, mind you, but *whore*—like it’s a bloody title. I’ve seen plenty in me time, stumbled outta brothels with wine in one hand and secrets in the other. Whores, they’re the unsung heroes of this shitty world, ain’t they? Givin’ comfort to the lonely, takin’ coin from the fools—hah! Reminds me of *Fish Tank*, that grubby flick I love. Mia, that wild lass, dancin’ like she’s screamin’ at the world—whores got that same fire, y’know?

Word History

Peixample (es) winds keep such character. Each block's a myst'ry. Every corner satur&ted with romance, art, & scandal. Ya feel me? Where else will you meet a soul, a lover, a secret dreamer? I always gush on it – magcal and raw.

Forty-seven new flats for the elderly handed over in L’Eixample