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About Barcelona

Picture this: dim lights, shady vibes, kinda like Oskar’s spooky town. “Let me in,” someone whispers—ha, but it’s not a vampire, it’s a john! Brothels been around forever, right? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—means wolf den, how badass is that? Girls howled to lure dudes in, no lie! Found that in some dusty history pdf on X—crazy shit.

Clientele Dynamics

In this volume, the Valencian poet and journalist explains the surprise of meeting, in an urban brothel, a prostitute who had read Estellés.

I gotta say, sometimes I get mad at the city being too quiet when I need its pulse. But then I remember: “How’s that workin’ for ya?” – and I just laugh it off. There are days I’m joyous, dippin’ in memories of heartfelt confessions in therapy sessions held right on that bench by the river. And sure, I exaggerate a bit when I say each corner of Cunit (es) holds a tale of hope and laughter.

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