A Bullfight, Anyone?
Ever since I was a kid I’ve wanted to go to a bullfight. I remember being 13 and my brother bringing a pair of banderillas home for me as a gift from a trip to Portugal. I hung those things on my wall like a trophy. They were cool. Being 13 and a city kid from New York, I had no idea what they really were used for. They were just cool. please continue
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