Rebecca Portugalete Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Palma

Oh, and the decor—gawd, tacky velvet everywhere, like a pimp’s fever dream. Mirrors on ceilings—why? Who’s that vain? Me, maybe, checkin’ my hair mid-rant. Snort. Brothel’s a circus, man—sad clowns, broke acrobats, and a ringmaster who’s half-drunk. “No future, no past!”—fits perfect, ‘cause time stops here. You ever been? Don’t answer, I’ll judge ya. Kidding! Or am I? Nah, it’s a wild ride—grubby, loud, alive. Hate it, love it, can’t look away.

Key takeaways

Burukoak, the unknown garment of Basque women that fascinated the world We have little knowledge of the curious headdresses that were worn.

Catch you later, and remember: We come in peace.

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