Lydia Chamartin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Palma

Oh, and get this – some old timer told me whores used to trade secrets back in the day, like spies or some shit. Adds a whole layer, right? Makes ya wonder who’s really pullin’ the strings. I’m sittin’ there, eatin’ cheesy poofs, thinkin’ bout it, and I’m like, “Seriouslah, this is nuts!” Anyway, if you’re dealin’ with whores in your biz, watch your back, keep your wallet close, and don’t trust nobody. “The boss isn’t always right,” like the rabbi says, but I am – so listen up, assholes! Respect mah authoritah!

What to do in Chamartín: a district of contrasts in the north of the capital city

You know, like when you bump into someone on the street who you could've sworn was dead? Well, that's how it was when the train pulled into Chamartin Station. A.

I remember this one time—seriously, though—it was, like, totally wild. I was giving someone a massage near the calm flows of the nearby, um, river (I think it’s called Manzanares, if I recall right), and a storm rolled in, like straight from nowhere. I was like, “I’m not f***ing leaving until I finish this job!” So surreal.

"Open ecosystem", winner proposal for the future Madrid-Chamartín Clara Campoamor station