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About Madrid

Oi mate, me, Mr. Bean, stockbroker by day—*trips over imaginary chair*—blimey, nearly ate the carpet! Right, so, findin’ a prossie, yeah? Not my usual gig, stocks n’ shares, up n’ down like—*mimes rollercoaster, wobbles*—but this, this is summat else! Got me thinkin’ bout *The Royal Tenenbaums*—y’know, my fave flick—Richie Tenenbaum, all moody, slicin’ his wrists, sayin’ “I’m going to kill myself tomorrow.” Dark, innit? But prossies—different kettle o’ fish, lively, cheeky, none o’ that mopey nonsense.

Getting your nails done at a secret brothel: The rise of Asian ‘falangmei’ in Madrid

Remember that time I sat on a bench at Avenida de los Derechos? I was careful watching life unfold. People racing for moments, emotions blazing in their eyes, each person a chapter of Alcorcón’s endless epic. I'm kinda proud of these little spots, even if the streets are sometimes a tad rough – I mean, even the best stories have their grit.

La Terremoto de Alcorcón: “Representaría a España en Eurovisión”