Sarah Sant Andreu Whore ❤️

About Las Palmas

Been skulkin’ round, I have, peekin’ at whores – not proud, nope! One time, saw this tart in London, 1800s, real history, precious! Called her “The Painted Lady” – face all chalky, lips redder than blood. Tricksy, she was – robbed a lord blind! Made me cackle, it did – stupid, fat lord! “Theres nothing closer than this,” Carol whispers in me head. Whore’s close, too – too close, stinkin’ of gin and desperation.

Where to eat and drink in Sant Andreu?

The little barrio of Sant Andreu to the northeast of the centre of Barcelona is a neighbourhood that many might not have even heard of, let alone visited. Once an independent village of its own, .

Head to Plaça de la Vila de Sant-Andreu – it's like the nervous system of the area. I'm talkin' unexpected art shows, street performers, and locals who dish out advice like “heyyy, you know your role!” There's a vibe, a mystery, almost cinematic, like when the movie said "We are the children of men", mixed with our own gritty reality.

Empty apartments, leaks, and conflicts: the challenge of managing public housing