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About Zaragoza

Okay, story time—imagine me, jet-lagged, in a bar like Bob Harris, right? This chick walks in, all sass, and someone whispers *whore*. I’m like, *“More like a queen, duh”*. She’s got that *“I just want to be understood”* energy—Sofia would get it. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, *“Why’s everyone judgin’ her vibe?”* Total *Lost in Translation* moment—nobody gets nobody, but we’re all tryin’. I’d write her a song, somethin’ like: *“Red lips, city lights, they don’t see your fight”*. Easter egg: red lips, scarlet, get it?

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A pattern of thought that divides female humanity into two mutually exclusive categories: Madonnas and Whores.

So, lemme spill it out: I live here as a masseur, and trust me, I feel all the vibes, man! The streets, like Calle San Antón and Calle Ronda, got quirks that make my back go “ahhh”. Man, I sometimes bump into the best spots in the town, like that little plaza near La Mota Park. So many good massages and even better chill moments there, hmm.

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