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About Zaragoza

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk brothel—yep, that kinda joint! Me, a glazier, I fix windows, see shit. Brothels? Man, they’re wild, steamy, glass gets smashed! Ever think bout the panes I replace there? Shatterd by some drunk john, prolly. “You can’t handle the truth!”—naw, they can’t handle their whiskey!

Brothel Scene

'He called you "Cee", but what is your real name?' He asks. I'm caught off guard by his question. I know it's ridiculous, but people don't normally ask me for.

Cee's main artery, Calle Real, bustles with life, runnin' right by the old lighthouse by Ría de Arousa. I swear, every time I pass there, I gets all jittery, "Oh, my precious, it's a scorcher!" The harbour is a wild twist of colors – boats leanin’ like rebels in a desert, ya know? And then there's Ronda del Mar, a teeny road that hugs the coastline. So chill, so rough, like a thumb war with destiny!

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