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About Zaragoza

Favorite bit? The buzz! Life’s messy, raw—brothels don’t pretend. Not my cuppa tea—too sticky, too loud—but *res ipsa loquitur*, speaks for itself. Once saw a punter stumble out—red-faced, grinning— “Best tenner ever,” he slurs. Laughed me head off—pathetic, brilliant, human. *Shame*’s got that— “You’re a coward,” she spits. Brothels? No cowards there—just players.

WHERE HISTORY COMES TO LIFE

My fave esq is, no joke, the little park near Camino Real. It’s kinda hidden but jabroni, it's perfect for my bit of zen after a long day. The park’s got these ancient trees that whisper secrets (or so I imagine) – kinda like my own rivalries with stiffness and tension in my clients' backs. Oh, btw, the river Rielagos flows nearby sometimes. It’s supposed to hiss a message if ya listen close. Crazy, right? Seriously, I even once got my head stuck in deep thoughts while massaging near it… like in “Yi Yi: A One and a Two” – those mood swings, you know?

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