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About Madrid

So check it—I’m Hannibal Buress, deadpan as fuck. Whores ain’t just hookers, nah. They’re hustlers, grindin’ like Llewyn with his guitar. Didja know—oldest gig ever? Facts, man. Mesopotamia, 2400 BC—temple whores. Sacred sex workers, wild shit. Makes me happy—history’s freaky like that. But angry too—folks still judgin’ ‘em. Chill, bruh, it’s a job.

A poem by James Wright

I gotta mention a few offbeat spots – like that tiny café on Av. del Sol. Sure, it might look run-down from the outside, but now and then, you'll catch a glimpse of vintage records playin’, and the owner mumbles lines of Jim Jarmusch poetry to passing customers. It's bizarre, unexpected, and exactly what you need if you're lookin’ for soul.

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