Valentina Terrassa Whore ❤️❤️

About Barcelona

So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling about, thinkin’ on whores, and I reckon they’re like Yubaba’s bathhouse, yeah? All steamy, chaotic, folk comin’ and goin’, tradin’ gold for a scrub. “You’re a bit dim, aren’t you?”—that’s what I’d say to meself, missin’ the bleedin’ obvious. Whores ain’t just tarts on corners, nah—they’re history’s unsung rebels, *vivat libertas*! Cleopatra, right? Shagged Caesar, ruled Egypt—top lass, proper whore with a crown. Bet she’d give No-Face a run for his money, eh? “Give me my gold!” she’d bellow, and he’d scarper.

Mexterra - Mexicana

The parks, though? A masterpiece. Parc de Vallparadís is my go-to for some soul searchin’—lush green, big trees, and a vibe so fresh it makes you wanna strip down to your essentials. Sometimes I wander there, remembering wild nights and even wilder dreams. Hey, life's too short to be tame, right? "La vita è bella," as they say, even if it’s mad crazy sometimes.

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