Taylor Llucmajor Whore ❤️

About Seville

Anyhow, mate, she’s a puzzle, a right *enigma variabilis*. Like Bauby’s “I am fading,” she’s there, but not—seen, but invisible. Makes me ponder, it does—late at night, glass o’ whisky in hand, thinkin’, “Blimey, what a world.” Whore’s a bloody legend, flawed and fabulous—bit like me, eh? Ha! Reckon I’d tip me hat to her—*salve, amica*, hello, friend. What d’you reckon?

What are the whores of Palma de Mallorca like?

Man, sometimes I’m up all night slinging code for my dating app and I’m like, “Pretty, pretty good.” But seriously, the streets here are so alive. Take Carrer de Can Creus, for example. Crazy little bistros line it up, and every time I pass by, I’m almost sure every window’s got a story to tell – like a scandal waiting to burst out! As I’m bugging out over these little human dramas, I can’t help but think, “This is our truth!” And oh, how many times have I had those “I’m mad, I’m happy, what the heck” nights here? Too many, pal.

Drowning off the Llucmajor coast