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About Madrid

I’d be strollin, hair all poofed up, mutterin, “Hmm… he’s not my lover,” like in the movie, but swap “lover” for “pimp”—ha! Imagine me sidesteppin some sleazy dude, “Oh no ya don’t, buster!” Prolly get all weepy too, thinkin bout how she’s got no Mr. Chow to sweep her off her feet. That movie’s all bout what ain’t said, right? But here, it’s loud—catcalls, hagglin over prices, no mystery, just cold hard cash.

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Oh, and a tiny detail: on Carrer de la Murta, there’s this little bookstore where every corner whispers a secret. I’ve sat for hours there, pondering life’s twists, recieving advice from strangers in the margins of old novels.

Sweatshop factory exploiter paid vulnerable foreign workers a pittance in Spain’s Alicante area