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About Seville

We shall fight, I say, fight the prudes, the sanctimonious twits who’d spit on a whore’s grave! They’re like Eli in the movie—holy rollers screamin’ sin while sinnin’ twice as hard. Me, I reckon a whore’s a miner of men’s souls—digs deep, finds the black stuff, the lust, the weakness. Ever hear of Chicago’s Everleigh sisters? Ran a joint so posh in 1900, senators begged to get in! Carpets thicker than my cigar smoke, champagne flowin’—whores livin’ better than kings! That’s the ticket—turnin’ tricks into empires.

What's the Difference?

Black-Clad Prostitute Offers Services to Gamblers. May 19, Physical address: Paseo De Onate. Mailing address: P.O. Box

Lemme drop some anecdotes: once, while cruising by the graffiti on Mural de la Libertad (the art be so raw, it’s like soul cries), I got into this epic debate bout passion vs. duty—a debate so heated I almost spit my latte. Crazy, right? And sometimes, in the middle of a wild night at a club by Estación del Deseo, I’d just feel like the world was breathing in rhyme—man, my heart was thumpin’ like a broken record, echoing "The Turin Horse": "the heat makes you feel alive."

We need to rename Oñate High School, like, now