"Whoever makes the law cheats, macho," Jamal, a Syrian pimp, was driving through the empty Castellana in search of the last brothel.

There was no one left on the street.

From private parties to brothels, Madrid explores alternatives to legality on the last night before confinement.

At 1 it is still afternoon.

The State never sleeps but when it takes a nap, the people of Madrid wake up.

Here it is even Wednesday and the infections multiply because the objective

It is not to end the epidemic but to live

In other words, have the last drink before Salvador Illa disembarks in Sol. When Wednesday was already Thursday, in each neighborhood there was a reggaeton jaleíllo that would end up in bed: in the ICU or in the bedroom.

The terraces are the last guarded port.

At Richelieu they inflate balls with gin.

Restrictions get a waiter's face.

Felipe approaches with the dataphone and the BOE hanging from his pocket.

"No, you can't go down to the living room," he dribbles the trip to the norm.

And since you can't get off, you go up to the unofficial Chamberí headquarters, the attic where the great phrases were written.

People rush the dawn talking without distances.

"What if Juana Chaos is good to his friends?"

A retired forward opened the debate. In Lagasca, on the corner of the Posada, some balconies lightened the dark facade.

Two girls who had crossed the fourth wall of Instagram crossed the street with a balloon and a cake.

They did not want to tell where they were going.

They made you want to press the air in case a heart came out.

Five minutes later, a

rider

he dumped more bottles into the trench.

At a quarter to two a crack remained open in the portal.

From the fourth floor outside, a teenage girl appeared leaning on the doorway.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Here we are eight or nine, no more," he lied.

"But what do you say, aunt, there are only six of us," a friend corrected with another lie.

«I would let you pass but as things are ...».

The

tournée

of drunks looking for the oasis of the last

larios

headed for Canoe bingo.

"No drinks can be served later than half past one."

It is the dry law of gambling halls, where the pandemic has left players alone in a waiting room silence.

"Clients give me spikes"

At the gate of Pygmalion, one of the most popular brothels in the city, Jamal was dozing.

"As they have a bar, they are forced to close," the door pointed out.

«Are you riding?

I know another site.

We can open »

, got in the car.

Jamal was on duty fishing clueless.

The insomniac sentry has more to do with lupanares than with journalism.

Jamal has been in Spain for 33 years, working nights.

She is now 55. usions From one place to another, you know.

I hope I retire soon.

We pretend to know each other forever.

Nobody rides in a stranger's car.

At least you have to hide the feeling that the night could end up signing a tombstone in the Casa de Campo.

See if there's money left when this is over.

The Government is not clear.

We hoteliers don't know what to do

"He turned the Ford Mondeo straight without hubcaps, the kunda of the hot, direction" the girls ", where there was free drink" and zero commitment. "

"The girls" was

Barbarella

, located near the Bernabéu, a dwarf place with underground rooms.

"We open at 10:30 p.m. and close at 8:00 p.m. The girls do a PCR a day," he said as we got out of the car.

"They are totally clean."

There was tension in the temperature measurement: to see who arrives so coldly at this joint.

And the hydroalcoholic gel had the smell of mistakes.

After a while they served the gin in a highball glass and 15 girls in a room

.

A fan without propellers purified the air.

“You have to choose one, boy.” “I'm 29 years old.

You can take off the mask

»Sara, a Colombian, introduced herself.

There was less than a meter between the two.

«I have taken the test.

You can be calm.

Clients give me spikes.

The boss appeared nervous.

«Are you coming down now?».

Sara maintains her studies with what she gets from these nights.

"At 180 euros for half an hour, 300 for a full hour"

.

It is not the best time for customers.

«Today only three have come.

When you have been told what it is worth to hire us at home, you have cracked ", he smiled." Then what?

Are you leaving? », The manager appeared again.

Spent time without price and the drink, the interrogation arose.

"How much did you plan to spend?"

.

Two offers arrived at the front door to complete the last night before confinement: "I'll leave it for you at 60 euros" and "I'll take you back."

I accepted the second: “Don't worry.

These things happen, ”Jamal relaxed the tension before parking, again, in front of Pygmalion.

He returned to bet as the sniper of those who walk with the marked money.

"At five in the morning many come when they finish drinking at home"

.

After 6 o'clock, two kids were hanging out of a first in Claudio Coello, leaning on one of the trees.

Another group called a porterillo in Príncipe de Vergara.

"Open up."

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