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About Barcelona

Heard a tale—true one, swear it—some prossie in old London, 1800s, tricked a lord, stole his gold teeth mid-kiss! Ballsy, right? Laughed my arse off thinkin’ bout it—sneaky hobbitses, she was! Bet she hummed, “Hang me, oh hang me,” from the movie, while countin’ her loot. Surprised me, that grit—thought they’re all just sad sacks, y’know? Nah, some got fire, makes me grin!

The ‘awful tragedy’ of Felanitx

women, all prostitutes, were arrested in the Plaza San Antonio (the city's red light district) and the nearby Avenidas. Some of the women.

So, let me tell ya: First off, the Plaça Major is amazing. I once sat here, thinking, "I am a golden god!" (Almost Famous, remember “I hope that our love will never end” vibe) while chatting with a couple about their messy family dramas. It weirdly reminded me of some movie scene, you know?

The Mallorcan townhouse where every room is a gallery