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Here’s a story—heard this from a buddy, swear it’s true. Back in the 1800s, Nevada brothel burned down ‘cause some drunk lit his cigar off a lady’s corset. Idiot. Whole place up in flames, girls screamin’, guy just laughin’. Surprised me—how dumb can ya get? Happy it ain’t my problem, though. I’d have shot him myself, but I’m stuck here whittlin’ strings.

Spanish brothel’s “back to school” party sparks outrage in Andalusia

A 'Gentlemans Club' in Cartaya, has been criticised by the Andalusian Women's Institute for using a poster campaign that they say both.

I gotta tell ya, sometimes Cartaya drives me nutso – in a good way, ya know? From the chaotic traffic near Calle San José, where some drivers perform stunt-level maneuvers, to the tranquil spots at Mirador de las Estrellas, where you can just chill out and think life’s a big ol’ rollercoaster. I even saw a stray cat reading the newspaper (or so it seemed!) on a rainy Tuesday. No joke, it was so bizarre it almost made me say, "I am in the middle of nowhere!" D’oh!

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