Mari Sant Joan Despi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Palma

What pisses me off? People judgin’ ‘em hard. Like, sure, it’s messy, but some gals got no choice – rent’s due, kids gotta eat. “It’s fate,” like that movie says, all sad and heavy. Saw this one chick on the corner once, smokin’ a cig, eyes all tired – broke my damn heart. Wanted to buy her a sandwich, ya know? But then – bam! – some jerk yells at her, and I’m like, dude, chill, she’s human!

Sant Joan Despí

The reason of picking up this hotel is that it is ticking quite a few boxes - budget/breakfast/hotel chain/proximity to the airport/hour-check in/good reviews. It is around Euros per night .

I’ve seen people, real characters, spill their hearts out in the local bars. It’s raw, messy, and real—just like that movie I adore. A moment there nailed me. I was thinkin’, "I’m a walking mosaic of joy, pain, and existential dilemma," and laugh out loud, full of irony.

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