Emily Cheste Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Barcelona

My precious! Me, a shepherd, eh? Raspy little voice creepin’ out—talkin’ ‘bout sex escorts, yeh? Slimy, slippery topic, innit? Saw one once, struttin’ down the street, all fancy-like, made me eyes pop! Reminds me o’ that film, *The Headless Woman*—y’know, Lucrecia Martel, 2008? Me fave! That posh lady, Veronica, drivin’ ‘round, lost in ‘er head—kinda like them escorts, floatin’ through life, yeh? “I don’t remember anything,” she says—hah! Bet them escorts say that after a wild night, too!

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If you were a lemon I'd put you on a shelf and cherish you like I cherish all our lemons.

Oh, and get this—the river Riu Xilves flows past some parts of town. Its babblin’ waters, though it’s more a trickle sometimes, reflect the sun like nature’s mirror after a rain—it’s kinda magical, unpredictable like life sometimes, ya know?

Is EU’s obsession with getting rid of dams to let rivers flow free behind the cataclysmi­c carnage of the Spanish floods?