Surely you have ever seen any of them. They stand before the facade of a building, looking at it and patching it with a grimace of incomprehension and strangeness painted on their faces. For whatever reason, what they expected to find in that building is not where they expected to find it. And what they expected to find is that place where, on other trips to Barcelona , they had been able to share a drink and something else with a very nice, sweet and beautiful young lady from the company.
Then they ask someone who passes by on the street and in this way they end up knowing the irremediable: that the club where those beautiful relaxing girls shone with their own light who had smiles painted on their faces and the sensuality sculpted in their flesh lowered their blinds some time ago. The reason matters little. What matters is that in that same place where men and women recently indulged in the most fun game that a man and woman can share, in that same place that had become, in the sea of the Barcelona night , In a kind of beacon that would guide any desired sex man, there is no longer a bar in which to share a spicy conversation or a private room in which to tempt desires or a bad room in which to give free rein to the passion. Now, in that place that previously occupied a famous brothel, a well-known whorehouse, an almost millennial brothel, you can find a greengrocer, a shoe store, a tapas bar or, what is undoubtedly the worst option, a bank office with carte blanche to attract unwary in exchange for volatile interest.
Where before caresses and fluids were exchanged, kisses and cum, now heels and loans are exchanged. Where once the leather of bras and thongs gleamed enhancing the plastic beauty of mannequins, the bruised skin of aubergines and zucchini previously sprayed with water now shines to make them look fresh. Where plugs, dildos and vibrators became the favorite toy of adults who wanted, in some way, to return to childhood, now they are lowered sneakers, high-heeled shoes or sports shoes with lights on the soles what makes the delights of customers who cross the threshold.
On the façade, the sign that became a promise of pleasure as intense as it was unforgettable has disappeared. Names like Pub 240 , Aribau 64 , Bailén 22 or President Palace have become part of the sentimental memory of so much and so much gentleman who, at a given moment, was looking for the company of some prostitute with whom to make any of those dreams come true. that, from pure intimates, are usually postponed day after day until they become a kind of pending account with life.
To all these men we must tell them not to be overwhelmed by the weight of nostalgia. When speaking of pleasure, we must convert a sentence into a maxim that guides us and guides our steps. That phrase is the following: "the greatest pleasure will always be the pleasure that we still have to live". What do we mean by that? That all those gentlemen should forget about yesterday and concentrate their five senses on enjoying the present. That is to say: they must keep the names of the closed brothels in the corner of their memory destined for the camphor of melancholy and seek a substitute as soon as possible.
Barcelona is a living city. Barcelona has been and is a city with an intense nightlife. In Barcelona sex has always been a five-star activity. It is not necessary to resort to historical memory to know how the relaxing girls of Barcelona have always enjoyed deserved fame. That they have closed some meublés and brothels does not mean that the sex market in Barcelona has become impoverished. Just as energy does not disappear, but is transformed, so the supply of paid sex in Barcelona is transformed. So the disappearance of the odd whorehouse cannot be understood as an irreparable loss. We must be positive and consider this disappearance as a unique opportunity to discover new places and open up to new experiences.
All those gentlemen who mourn the disappearance of the historical names of some whorehouses can find on our website a wide catalog of escort agencies and escort girls in which, surely, they will find that escort who, making them drunk with pleasure, will make them forget the silk touch of those other beauties that, some time ago, made you enjoy in some corner of places like President Palace, Aribau 64, Bailén 22 or Pub 240. And of course let's not forget the legendary Club Riviera in Castelldefels. Now we no longer look for girls in "La Vanguardia" or go to the usual whorehouses, we go to the escort websites like this one that you are visiting.