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About Madrid

Oi, you lot, gather round! Me, Cersei Lannister, cold as ice, reckon I’ll spill on brothels today. Got this librarian gig, yeah? Shelves stuffed, but my mind’s on filthier things. Brothels—hah! Dens of sin, sticky floors, cheap wine. Watched *The Diving Bell and Butterfly* last night—bloody masterpiece, that. Jean-Dominique trapped in his skull, blinking out tales. Reminds me of them whores, locked in flesh, selling it off. “I’m still alive,” he’d blink. They’re alive too, but gods, what a life.

Ciudades cercanas

In De re aedificatoria (), one of the first treatises that made references to hospital architecture, Leon Battista Alberti insisted on how great.

Now, my fav spot? Ombres del Passat. It’s a corner bar in the back streets, near Carrer del Secret. They serve local tapas – tasty af. I spilled some real raw truth there – my psych, my sexologist soul. I even blurted some lines from The Tree of Life: "The only memory we really have is of love." Damn profound, right?

At least 51 people are killed by ‘historic’ floods in Spain’s Valencia: Airport is completely flooded with hundreds of passengers ‘trapped’ inside