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About Zaragoza

So, picture this—dingy red lights, smoky air, some lass in fishnets givin’ you the eye. I walked into one once—swear, felt like Gotham’s underbelly. Smelled like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. Made me angry, yeah—fuckers treatin’ girls like meat slabs! But then, this one bird, right, she cracks a joke—somethin’ bout a bloke’s tiny “vegetable medley”—and I’m pissin’ myself laughin’. Humor in a brothel? Who’d a thunk it! Surprised me, mate, turned the whole vibe upside down.

Filthy brothel on KL’s Jalan Petaling busted by authorities

Ya know, my job’s meant I see things others overlook – like the tiny mosaic at Plaza de la Pasión. The tiles are all cracked and quirky, but damn, they tell the story of Betera’s soul. I once met an old man there who whispered, "Everything’s better with a little twist, brother." I almost snapped, like, "You right, loco!" 

Juventus and Betera extend their partnership