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About Zaragoza

I ain’t no prude, darlin’. Grew up hearin’ whispers ‘bout them red-light joints down in Tennessee. Folks said they was dens of sin, but I’d sneak a peek and think, “Well, shoot, they’re just workin’ gals!” Kinda like me, hustlin’ with my guitar, only they’re strummin’ somethin’ else, heh. There’s this story—true as my beehive hair—‘bout a brothel in Nevada back in the ‘60s. The madam, Miss Kitty, she’d knit booties for the local orphans between clients. Ain’t that a hoot? Made me happy as a pig in mud, thinkin’ kindness hides in funny places.

A prostitute’s ghost and bullet holes: In rural California hotels, spookiness is the appeal

I loooove how this town makes even the smallest touches of nature give a nod to our desires. The parks, narrow lanes, and even the sound of church bells in the distance—totally reminds me of that movie's sweet, fuzzy, old-life memories, like when the past meets the present.

Collaboration with American colleagues within the COIL project