The history of a city is not only the history of its people. The history of a city is, also, the history of its premises and businesses. The city, as a living organism that is, is seeing day by day how new businesses raise their blinds on the ashes of others who previously had to lower it. In the small history of a city (which is usually the most important history, since it is the one that directly affects that small citizen and taxpayer who, basically, we all are), the bookstores, the grocery stores, the toy stores, the cinemas, cafeterias, patisseries, wineries or bars take on a leading role that, on many occasions, exceeds that of the mayor or the mayor on duty. Our life, after all, does not change so much when a new Mayor enters the Town Hall as when we close the bar in which for so many years we have gone to have our coffee while catching up on sports news.
We are definitely routine animals. Routine is, in most cases, the way we have to anchor ourselves to life. Without the anchorage of routine, many of us would be lost in the world, scared by the almost unattainable magnitude of our freedom when it comes to filling free time. That is why we are used to shopping in the same stores, drinking coffee in the same bars and, of course, fucking in the same whorehouses .
When a brothel is closed for us, we are a bit orphaned with love. When we had already got used to the way of doing and to the beautiful and welcoming body of Rita, Gloria, Jasmine or Nicole, of all those girls who, with their charm and involvement, with their beauty, their lust and that personal touch that they gave their French, they made us enjoy a unique time of pleasure and joy in which life was deliciously suspended, devoid of weight and light as a feather; When all this had already taken place and we had become entangled in the routine of going precisely to that brothel and not to any other, a municipal ordinance or a turn of business luck arrives and we are suddenly and bludgeonly dispossessed of that wonderful joy that we never believed it could end.
When a brothel closes, its name remains in our memory and is infused with a bittersweet flavor of melancholy and sadness. This has happened in recent years with venues such as the 240 pub (Aribau, 240), the Bailen 22 strip club and strip club (one of the most famous in the city), the President Palace (which was located at number 111 of the Paseo de la Bonanova) or, in the surroundings of Barcelona, the legendary Club Riviera of the Castelldefels motorway. All these places, lighthouses in the Barcelona night for all those who would like to find a place of trust to indulge in the enjoyment of sex with a company lady, already belong to the memory. To our memory.
Luckily, the night in Barcelona is very alive, in good health and has enough incentives so that the sex lover is not helpless and has nowhere to go to share his time with a beautiful escort.
On our page you can find a wide catalog of erotic escort agencies and masseurs . In any of those agencies you can find that relaxing girl who will make you forget everything and feel like a really special person. Pour the just tears for the places that are already part of yesterday and smile thinking of the delights that you can find in all the places that, today, in our city, offer you the possibility of giving yourself up to the game that you like the most.