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About Barcelona

Hannibal Lecter style, baby—I’d say, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” but with her, it’s more like I’d carve her story outta her bones. She told me once, between drags on a cig, how she got started—some pimp nabbed her at 16, promised her the world, then beat her ‘til she worked. Pissed me off, man! I wanted to slice that bastard up, serve him with chianti, y’know? Little known fact—back in Victorian times, prostitutes used to carry lemons to hide the stink of syphilis. Wild, right? She didn’t have no lemon, tho—just cheap perfume and desperation.

Sex tourism: When conscience takes a vacation

Do you know about the VIP Services at Palma de Mallorca Airport, like Meet & Assist? Always use official Aena channels to purchase VIP Services.

Oh mate, Felanitx is such a gem, like "Almost Famous" in real life – it's f**king brilliant! Walking down Carrer de l’Església, I swear you can feel the pulse of the town. I’m a family psychologist here, right? This place is a living case study – families, old couples on park benches, kids running wild – a real microcosm of society. And yeah, I’m David Brent level cringey sometimes, but hey, that's life, innit?

Live: 2025 Challenge Mallorca #1 – Trofeo Marratxi-Felanitx