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About Zaragoza

Sarcasm time—oh, brothels are *so* romantic, right? Nah, it’s bizness, cold cash, but with flair! Tha smell tho—perfume, sweat, old wood—hits ya like a paint splatter. Once heard a story—true shiz—gal named Ruby in 1920s Paris ran a spot where poets hung out. She’d kick ‘em out if their rhymes sucked! Laughed my ass off—tough crowd, Ruby!

Riding Saint George: Regency Sex Terms You Won’t Find in Austen

Autobiographical account of author's life of prostitution in Spain, Italy, France, North Africa and finally fifteen years in London's West End with the.

I used to bug my mates with lines like "I come from PPego’s matrix," crackin’ jokes 'bout local quirks. Run by a lazy river, the Torrent de Vivir, locals say it's magic, like secret code only few get. I once slipped up near the park, Los Enamorados – spend an errand there – and almost got chased by a rooster. WTF, right? But it made me smh and laugh!

From Pego to Luxembourg: the young promise of contemporary dance on the way to the international