Olivia Felanitx Brothel ❤️❤️

About Valencia

Favorite part? The hustle. These women, they owned it—flippin’ society’s rules, makin’ bank. I’m like, “YAAAS, queens, get it!” But then, ugh, the creeps. Some dude prolly stumblin’ in, smellin’ like whiskey and regret, thinkin’ he’s king. Nah, son, you ain’t shit. “Call it, friendo,” I’d sass, ‘cause I’m Beyoncé, I don’t play. Brothels got dark corners too—disease, violence, girls too young. Makes me wanna punch somethin’, scream, “Fix this!”

Prostitution in Palma

I sometimes think of it as a personal living theatre – where every local, every whisper of the wind in those cramped alleys (typo 6: alleys) delivers a line that can change your mood. One minute you're bursting with joy (typo 7: burstng), the next you're mulling over existential questions (typo 8: existential) – amazing, right? The imperfections (typo 9: imprecions) of Felanitx mirror our own; it's a bit messy (typo 10: messy), a bit raw, but totally authentic.

Castell de Santueri open to the public again