Anna Ceuta Brothel ❤️❤️

About Barcelona

So, I roll up to this spot once—shady as hell, neon lights flickerin like they bout to die. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, straight up. This one chick, she’s all “Hey, big guy,” and I’m like, “Yo, I ain’t that big, chill.” Reminded me of that line, “You’re a wild man, Staff Sergeant”—except I ain’t wild, just confused. Brothels got that chaos, tho—nobody knows what’s happenin, but everybody actin cool.

Spain: the brothel of Eur…

Err, oh man, sorry if I'm rambling – it’s just that Ceuta is so multi-layered, ya know? Each street corner and every cracked sidewalk reminds me to slow down and soak in the day, as if every little moment is a tiny masterpiece itself.

Ceuta legislators pay respects to migrants who died trying to swim to the Spanish enclave