It's Saturday now, and we're resolved to spend less, drink more water and eat more salads. Still, today, we spent about 14 euros on dinner, 26 on a late lunch and about 10 something in the morning, 40 euros a bit much on the bank, so we'd better resolve to fix it, fix our situation.
I walk through an automatic metal door into a large, hot chamber with many half-naked people sweating profusely on what appears to be a sauna-type seating. It definitely reeks of sauna. To my left the spas are taken up by naked people of all descriptions.
A girl of about 18 in a blue lingerie and a head of layered blonde hair welcomes me. I can't even begin to imagine undressing her. Her beauty melts me.
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"Of course you're in the dream," Thom says to Colin and Jonny, "watching Ed O'Brien mudwrestle some guy who started playing some crappy ska band."
"Thounds like a crappy dream."
"You didn't get the girl naked?"
"No."
"You lost your virginity already and you are still scared of girls?"
Thom turns red, but says nothing. His face seems to display sadness, but after a year of knowing Thom, Colin knows that Thom's happy face looks conent, while content looks malcontent, etc..
Paella today, twas good. Can't remember what it was called but it is behind Carrer Del Carme and in front of this large covered market. I got majorly drunk and came out of it ok. Just ironed some clothes that refused to get dry. I feel good about that.
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