Charlotte Monserrat Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Seville

Quirk. Time. I. Mutter. To. Myself. “Shatner. You’re. Nuts!” Exaggerate? Sure. Whore’s. Glamor? Overrated! Stilettos. Kill. Feet. Fact. Learned. That. From. A. Pal. She. Was. Like. “Bill. It’s. Hell!” Sarcasm. Hits. Me. “Oh. Poor. Baby. Whore!” But. I. Get. It. Tough. Gig.

Where is the Black Madonna at Montserrat?

Now, lemme share my fav spot: that little out-of-the-way bookstore on Avenida de los Secretos. It’s my secret therapy chamber – books scattered like broken hearts, a must-have for late night soul searches. I was chattin with a local artist there once, and wow, the layers in his soul, man... felt like a scene from Certified Copy, where every mismatch speaks volumes! And oh my gawd, the side streets, like Barrio Rancio, full of eccentric characters, noisy families, and endless stories.

Drones light up Montserrat Abbey in tribute to Pope Francis