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About Madrid

But yo, it ain’t all glitz—gets me mad too. Some creep tryin’ to haggle a girl’s worth? Nah, fam, that’s busted. Reminds me of Saul’s line, “You’re already dead inside.” Shady dudes piss me off—treatin’ it like a junkyard sale. Still, I’m surprised how chill it can be—like, organized chaos. Girls clockin’ in, clockin’ out, like me with a busted carburetor. Respect the hustle, tho—takes guts.

El sueño urbanístico de Arturo Soria, presente en Ciudad Lineal

Now it's a hipsters' area and the prostitutes and drug dealers have moved further out. Villa de Vallecas; Puente de Vallecas; Carabanchel.

The heart of it all? Calle Simón de Cerezo. Yeah, that one, where the old trams dump history like garbage. I once had a client who'd spill secrets while getting a back rub. "I survived, I survived," he muttered like some broken version of The Pianist. I swear, that line still clings to the brick walls. Not proud of those memories, but they stick.

The burials in Silos-Trash of the Middle Bronze of the deposits of "El Espinillo" and "Alto de Las Peñuelas"