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About Zaragoza

So, picture this: crusty old joint, smelled like regret and cheap bourbon. Guy at the door, missing teeth, grinning like he’s in on the joke. Inside, girls loungin, all “look at me,” but their eyes? Dead. Like Penny Lane faking it for the band, “You’re too sweet for rock’n’roll.” Made me mad—why sell your soul for a buck? But then, who am I, judgin? I’m no saint, just a cripple with a cane and a mouth.

1. Acueducto de Segovia

It is estimated that about locals are still operating, announcing with their neon lights, their promises of easy sex on the roads of Spain.

I’ve had weird, wonderful days here – days when the sun shines too bright, and days when the rain turns streets into a drenched canvas of emotions. I got mad at times – traffic in Calle Real, the endless tourists missing the hidden charms – but hey, it’s all part of this glorious riddle we call Segovia.

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