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About Madrid

Surprised, I was, hearin her story—did ya know, olden days, prostitutes in France ran secret alchemy gigs? Brewin potions, tradin with docs—biochem roots, baby! Haneke’d dig that, grim history twist. Happy? Eh, once—Candy scored me cheap coffee, “For your nerd brain,” she grinned. Felt like “Amour”’s rare soft bit— “I’ll make you tea,” he says, tiny joys in decay.

Fragmented lives: Migrant sex workers’ lives in the archives

Oh dang, and lemme not forget the local haunts. My fave is this small hole-in-the-wall bar next to Plaza del Cristo de la Expiración. Dude, it’s hidden and the locals go nuts for its sangria. I once lost count of the typos I scribbled on napkins – hah, that kinda vibe.

Multiple counts of molestation of a teen, suspect arrested