My “I’m surprised you even need to ask” title is plucked two-handed from the popups on the following, unsurprising aerial view of Spain, which may take a while to load: [pimp’s map later deleted by Google for violation of Terms of Service]. Please note that all IP-clicks will be logged and passed to the
sales division of the Guardia Civil’s human trafficking unit.
The site description reads:
Spanish Brothels Addresses A complete liste with more than 500 nightclubs, sex clubs, brothels, puticlubs of Spain. Get the location, infomration about prizes, beautifulness of the girls, opening times, etc.
I believe the true number of brothels in Spain, including the numerous illegal establishments like Club la Luna at Girona Airport/Riudellots de la Selva, is considerably higher, although perhaps not as many as the 4,000 sometimes quoted. Then there are always the enthusiastic amateurs.
Following the Zapatero/Salgado/Campa roadshow of the last couple of weeks, we were puzzling about what they meant when they said that “Spain is a serious country.” Serious about what? Well, prostitution.
(h/t: a fellow walker)
- “Discretion Environment Elegance”
An illegal brothel at Girona Airport.
- Reagrupament and mesophrase, the subcategory of translation that Dryden forgot
Candide of CataloniaWatch appears to have come to the conclusion that watching Catalonia is rather like watching paint dry, but without
- Freudian false friend hamstrings Spanish government’s City presentation
An amusing and presumably unintended glimpse of the Spanish economic pushmi-pullyu–are structural reforms for real or merely for foreigners?–is to be
- Sepia to the iron with ali smelt
Via Carlos Ferrero Martín and @ucedaman, another great menu, featuring ears to the iron, sepia to the iron with ali smelt,
- La Moncloa prints press conference Arabic backwards
It may slowly be dawning on even Zapatero, with his great Alliance of Civilisations, that the road to الجحيم is paved