Olé! Olé! Olé! Olé!
This makes me miss Barcelona's fiestas bravas~ When the city was still standing~
Abeeeeeel~ ☆
Come~ here!~ You and Tres can be my shields picadores while I take care of this little guy. His name is Francesco. Fran for short~ Their resemblance is uncanny.. Hmmmmmmmmmm. Come to think my fellow Hispanian countryman, are
you in for it? Or one has to have royalty stain their hands for the mercenaries?~ What~ do~ you~ say~ pal? Are you ~*~man~*~ enough?~
La~dies~★, you're all invited. If you bring flowers to your hero, this one, in his magnanimous heart, will accept all of them~
Nobody has informed me yet if there is a working media agency in this City yet. Now that I am here, it seems to be a good chance to do ~*~something~*~ about that bad image the Church has.
But I need your men's cooperation and discretion, honey~ ❤
(ooc; Spain = bull. Guess who is dressed a la matador with his little pet on the City square?)