Stop the drought! Obragón is here!

Like Julio Iglesias, like the emeritus king, he is a Spaniard who, simply by virtue of being Spanish, has a right to a thigh, and there are many personalities, such as Santiago Abascal and Isabel Díaz Ayuso, who have come out to defend him. Complaining about Julio Iglesias or the king is complaining about Spain. And that's unacceptable.

Among all the media defenders, we highlight the actress Ana Obregón, who was also a friend of Jeffrey Epstein, which says a lot about her as a biologist. She says that with the author of Hey She lived there for two and a half years and treated the women "wonderful"Whatever that means. What does it mean? That in public, at least, he asked for daiquiris politely? That he thanked those who—by contract—had to bathe in the sea with him? But let's allow the presumption of innocence to prevail, within the astonishment that all this causes, of course. I'm no Lady Chatterley, but if I had to hire a gardener, I assure you, even if it were like in the novel's Best, I wouldn't ask him for an STI test, because it wouldn't be in my plans to force him into various extracurricular activities. I don't understand, in any way, what pleasure one can derive from forcing someone to do it with you. By the way, another one who had gynecological services in the palace was Muammar Gaddafi. One must take certain precautions when raping.

I've known some media stars who treated contributors wonderfully but treated writers and producers terribly. And I've known some publishing luminaries who treated authors wonderfully but treated press officers and proofreaders terribly. Just because Julio Iglesias treated her, Obragón, well doesn't mean he treated the maid well. And just because he treated the maid well in public, when he brought him his Daiquiri, doesn't mean he didn't want to grope her in private.