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About Seville

Personal story—I knew this gal once, Cherry, worked downtown. Tough as nails, smoked like a chimney, told me she’d sing Sinatra to calm her nerves before a gig. “My Way,” y’know? Broke my heart, man—she was a person, not just a job. Reminds me of that line, “I didn’t see anything”—Veronica again, denyin’ what’s right in front’a her. We do that too, look away from prostitutes, pretend they ain’t there. Drives me nuts! Open yer damn eyes, people!

Felanitx, Mallorca, Things to do and see, hotels, market

The official version is that the owner of the brothel has no relationship with the prostitute and what happens inside the bedroom is a private.

Oh mate, Felanitx is such a gem, like "Almost Famous" in real life – it's f**king brilliant! Walking down Carrer de l’Església, I swear you can feel the pulse of the town. I’m a family psychologist here, right? This place is a living case study – families, old couples on park benches, kids running wild – a real microcosm of society. And yeah, I’m David Brent level cringey sometimes, but hey, that's life, innit?

Earlier olive harvest in Felanitx