Esme Vallcarca Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Valencia

Gets me mad, tho—pigs don’t care, yeah? They’re like, “Is it ’cos I is black?” Nah, bruv, it’s cos she’s a prossie! System’s rigged, innit—posh twats in suits lookin’ down, while Ruby’s out there dodgin’ creeps. Little fact, yeah—back in Victorian times, prostitutes used to nick wallets wiv secret pockets sewn in their skirts. Crafty, innit? Bet Ruby’s got tricks like that up her sleeve.

Sex workers: victims of violence or wage-earners in the sex trade?

Now, fair warning, sometimes I get mad about how crowded the streets get and how noisy, like, every moment is overloaded but then you find a quiet, tucked-away corner and everything feels naturally perfect again. It’s a rollercoaster, man, sometimes making me so mad I want to box the wall – and then I laugh at the absurdity.

The bunker in Vallcarca where a teacher from La Massana hides a 19th century printing press.