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About Zaragoza

Oi mate, so here’s me, David Brent, your top-tier Picador, ramblin’ about whores, right? Not just any tart, mind ya, but *the* whore - proper fascinates me, she does. Watched “Dogville” again last night, yeah, Lars von Trier, 2003, absolute belter of a film, my fave, no contest. Got me thinkin’ - whores, they’re like Grace in that flick, innit? “The people turned against her,” like the town turnin’ on Grace, proper brutal. Whores, they cop it from all sides, don’t they? Society’s two-faced, mate - loves ‘em, hates ‘em, classic flip-flop.

Things to do in Silleda

Alright mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Silleda (es). So, I'm a masseur here and I've been living this crazy life in Silleda for years now, fuckin’ crazy, ya know? It's a small gem, like a secret in a forgotten alley. So, there's Rua das Flores – yeah, that one – it's old, charming, and kinda smells like memories of breakfast cafes and old wines, y’know? Sometimes I think about that scene in Requiem for a Dream – “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Damn, that movie bleeds into my thoughts.

A Gandareira Football Stadium, Silleda - Abraham Castro Neira Carlos Alberto Pita Abad