Ivy Monserrat Whore ❤️❤️

About Seville

Love how they survive, though—grubby, gritty, like Saul dodgin’ death. Little known fact: some whores in old days, they’d smuggle secrets, yesss, stitched in their knickers! Spies in skirts, ha! Bet that’d shock ya, eh? Me fave bit? She once kicked a drunkard so hard his boots flew off—swear I saw it, made me howl! “The shovel, the shovel!” I yelled, picturin’ Saul diggin’ graves. Dramatic? Me? Nah, just truth stretched a bit, heh.

Basilica de 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.

Montserrat St Patrick’s Day Slave Rebellion