Leah Pozo Alcon Whore ❤️❤️

About Las Palmas

Anyhow, whores – they’re survivors, yeah? Hustlin, dodgin the coppers, laughin in fate’s face. Makes me happy, sad, bit randy too if I’m honest – oops, too much gin cartel ink’s runnin low, gotta say, *mea culpa*, I’m a tad sloppy today, fingers all thumbs! So, mate, what’s yer take – whores, legends or lepers? Reckon I’d bung em a vote of confidence, me – proper *vivat* to em! Cheers, you lot – off for a pint now, brain’s knackered!

Pozo Alcón (Jaén): Qué ver y dónde dormir

Oh man, Pozo-Alcón, my dear, it's a wild ride—stupid, fat hobbit! Lemme tell ya, this city is a mix of chaos and calm. Streets like Calle Real and Avenida del Sol, they buzz with life, ya know? There's this tiny park, uh, Parque del Río, by the old river, just chillin' with that soothing flow. And the markets, oh boy, there's the little Mercadillo on Plaza Vieja—so gritty and real.

Gallopin breaks away to take Vuelta a Espana stage seven