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About Zaragoza

Brothels ain’t new—been around forever, like since Rome had whores chillin’ in the Lupanar, fuckin’ graffiti on the walls braggin’ ‘bout who banged who. Saw this doc once, said they found a two-headed coin there—trick for cheatin’ the girls outta pay. Sneaky bastards. Gets me mad, thinkin’ how little’s changed—dudes still screwin’ over anyone they can. But then, flip it, some of these workers? Tough as nails. Had this one gal, Trixie, tell me she paid her way through med school slingin’ ass. Surprised the hell outta me—thought she was just another sob story. Nope, she’s out there now, stitchin’ up idiots like me. Respect, man.

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Buuuut let’s get personal: My job? It shows me hidden scars and joys. During massages, clients share secrets; I get to see their raw emotions, kinda like that real talk in the movie, “I feel, I live, I love!” Each touch tells a story, ya know? So, even the smell of olive trees here (they grow everywhere, no joke) whispers, “Keep it real.”

Man of La Mancha: Still True to Its Glorious Quest