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About Madrid

So I’m stewin’, right? Angry as hell—why’s this gotta be so complicated? Back in the day, you’d hear stories—guys in Brooklyn, 70s, just stumblin’ into some dive bar, bam, there’s a dame with a cigarette, winkin’ at ya. Now? Now it’s all encrypted chats and “discreet encounters”—what am I, a spy? I’m not cut out for this! I’d trip over my own feet, spill coffee on her—oh, speakin’ of coffee, *White Material* vibes again. “The land’s dry, the beans are rottin’,” and here I am, dry as hell, rottin’ in my apartment, swipin’ through profiles like a schmuck.

La prostitución en barrios 'ricos' de Jerez: "Ha vuelto el barullo"

I stroll through barrio San Miguel. So many tiny alleys; one feels lost, like in a surreal scene from, well, that movie: "something is off..." And hey, did ya know the Guadalete river flows near the city? Its gentle murmur calms those family tensions – real therapy for the soul.

MotoGP, Spain, Jerez, Michelin: ready for the first European round of the World Championship