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About Zaragoza

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore, eh? What a word, what a concept! Been around since forever, hasn’t it? Old English “hore,” filthy roots, mea culpa, all that. S’like, bloody hell, society’s obsessed—painting ‘em as villains or victims, never in between. Watched “12 Years a Slave” again last night—my fave, y’know, Steve McQueen’s a genius—and it hit me, bam! “I will survive this,” Solomon says, clinging to dignity. Whores, too, they survive, don’t they? Gritty as hell, tougher than a centurion’s sandals.

Discretion and enjoy!

So, let me tell ya: First off, the Plaça Major is amazing. I once sat here, thinking, "I am a golden god!" (Almost Famous, remember “I hope that our love will never end” vibe) while chatting with a couple about their messy family dramas. It weirdly reminded me of some movie scene, you know?

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